He yells through the night With a face full of fight Stepping over the ring that she wore She runs for the car But she doesn't get far His boots kicks her hand from the door And there on her back She let's go of the last Remnant of hope that she's held Heaven hang on She can't hang on anymore Heaven hang on She can't hang on anymore Two houses down There's a man pulling out With a pistol pushed under the seat And he's waving good bye To his boys and his wife And ends that are too far to meet He's got a plan The insurance man Sold him the way out they need Heaven hang on He can't hang on anymore Heaven hang on He can't hang on anymore Lord, surround them with angels And send out Your saints Shake us all loose From our pulpits and pews To hold and to help up the faint Heaven hang on (Use my hands, Jesus) We can't hang on anymore Heaven hang on (Use my hands, Jesus) We can't hang on anymore We can't hang on anymore We can't hang on anymore