Hanging On I I did the best I knew Then and yet when I grew Better for getting through It regretting but not Forgetting to get what I got the hard way for The after of before When after all the rest Through better into best Was better having been The best I could do then I knew what I should do Before I knew how to Do better then again Now I know better so I do the best I know II An opera buffa buffoon Tears the air an out-of-tune bassoon Offending ears to jeers but cheers From fans of some fancy fantastic fears Opera buffa bumbling on Stumblingly dumbly would it were gone Or would I could get out of this What I regret I did not get to miss Shenanigans chicanery The mockery of democracy Jaded degraded made to be This tacky hacking kakistocracy Another now that seems like then Because like when I was young again The kids are still alright though they Know what to do and will grow anyway Doing as life does being who Know how to grow now reminding me I should persist resisting through This opera buffa buffoonery That got not funny anymore Maybe an opera buffa war I may be old but live to see The day come someday to be Twitler-free III Treading water getting pulled down By the haunting that says to drown Instead but wondering what for Not wanting haunting anymore For any of us many who Wonder about going under Between the lines are haunted too Who know so who know what I mean Hanging on in the in between Living it down but living up Not drowning yet not giving up Not going under I wonder If this is it but let it be Is what I get from being me What it taught me is I ought to Keep treading water so I do You know so you know what I mean Hanging on in the in between Steven Curtis Lance