Holding things together Ain't no easy thing to doWhen it comes to raising children It's a job meant for twoAlice, please believe me I can't go on and onHolding things together With you goneToday was Angie's birthday I guess it slipped your mindI tried twice to call you With no answer either timeBut the postman brought a present I mailed some days agoI just signed it, love from mama So Angie would knowHolding things together Ain't no easy thing to doWhen it comes to raising children It's a job meant for twoAlice, please believe me I can't go on and onHolding things together With you goneAlice, please believe me I can't go on and onHolding things together With you gone