Hold On

I woke up in the place where all lost objects go

And let me tell you it's a mess

Nothing but tube socks and car keys and old cigarettes

There was a mountain there of nuts and bolts and screws

Beside another made of hats

And the whole place is run by a pack of missing dogs and cats

And everything ends up there eventually

Not just the things that you've misplaced

So hold on, hold on, hold on while you can