As I stepped to the edge   Of the shadow of a doubt   With my conscience beating   Like the pulse of the drum   That hammers on and on   'Til I reach the break of the day      When the sun beats down   On the Rafway house   Has my conscience beatin'   The sound in my ear   The will to persevere   As I reach the break of the day      When you lost all hope an' excuses   An' the cheap skates an' the losers   Nothing's left to cling on to   Gotta hold on   Hold on to yourself      A cry of hope   A plea for peace   An' my conscience beatin'   It's not what I want for   It's all that I need   To reach the break of day      So I run to the edge   Of the shadow of a doubt   With my conscience bleeding   Here lies the truth   The lost treasures of my youth   As I hold to the break of day      When you lost all hope an' excuses   An' the cheap skates an' the losers   Nothing's left to cling on to   Gotta hold on   Hold on to yourself      When you lost all hope an' excuses   An' the cheap skates an' the losers   Nothing's left to cling on to   Gotta hold on   Gotta hold on   Hold on   Hold on to yourself