Working the casino floor
Scratching at the corner store
A camera crew at my front door
Every car crash survived
Every new song I write
Every sick relative
Each word of advice
The good doctor gives
Or fails to give

Tenderly they call my name
singing this sweet refrain
a ray of hope
that kills the pain


hold on, all is not lost
you still might win a million
when I was a little boy
nothing filled my heart with joy
like dreaming of the brand new toys
that I could afford to buy
if my mom and dad should die
or if I won the lottery
either way, the point is
how statisfied I'd be


I know it's hard
But just remember
Rich men are always
Thinking of new ways
To cut you in


Hold on, all is not lost
You still might win a million
Just think of all the stuff you can buy with a million