You always say, "Life is hard"; So it is. Then you disappear in a dust cloud. Spinning wheels into yarns, ohh You sing a song Then you disappear in a dust cloud. And I'm Hanging on, Hanging on. All the wiser folks are gone And I'm hanging on. The news is bad; It always was, It always will be. Ohh And oh, when you day you find me In a crowd, Say it's good to see me, But my eyes are stinging And it's hard to breathe For the dust cloud rising And the honeybees Hanging on, Hanging on For so long. And I'm Hangin' on, Hangin' on.