Standard tuning, no capo. Every Saturday my old uncle Joe buys a ticket in the lottery In his heart he believes those same six numbers pave the way to easy sweeps And Suzie down the road goes digging for gold in the pockets of the men that she meets And she calls me on the phone, swears this time she knows she's finally met the man of her dreams. Everyone's searching, everyone's looking For that little something more That's gonna make it all worth it And life will be perfect Won't have to worry anymore. Well the world is just full of them folks Hanging on hope. Da da da da da da da da Well my little brother plays guitar in a band and they practice every afternoon Got their first gig at the homecoming dance and know their big break will come real soon And college quarterback put his town on the map when he won that scholarship to school And back home they know that he is bound to go pro saying, "Man, well wouldn't that be cool?" Everyone's searching, everyone's looking For that little something more That's gonna make it all worth it And life will be perfect Won't have to worry anymore. Well the world is just full of them folks Hanging on hope. Da da da da da da da da This world can get so crazy And hard to understand But we all need something to carry us through A helping hand Everyone's searching, everyone's looking For that little something more That's gonna make it all worth it And life will be perfect Won't have to worry anymore. Well the world is just full of them folks The world is just full of them folks Hanging on hope. Da da da da da da da da da Hanging on hope. Da da da da da da da da da Hanging on hope.