Richard Noel Marx (born September 16, 1963 in Chicago, Illinois) is an adult contemporary singer and songwriter. He had a string of successful hit singles in the late 1980s and early 1990s, including "Right Here Waiting," "Hazard," and "Hold On to the Nights." Although most of his successful songs were slow ballads like these, many of his songs had an upbeat, classic rock style, such as "Don't Mean Nothing," "Should've Known Better," "Satisfied," and "Wait for the Sunrise." Marx placed himself in the record books by being the first solo artist to have his first seven singles hit the top 5 on the US charts. Marx was born to Dick and Ruth Marx. Marx grew up in a mixed faith household where father was Jewish and his mother was a Christian. His father was a jingle writer for commercials, which is where Marx got his start writing at the tender age of five.
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Richard Marx

Locked up tight but holdin' the key
Clock keeps tickin' like it's laughin' at me
I wonder
What spell I'm under
Days go by in a pulseless haze
Who's that person that's wearin' my face
Denyin'
What he's hidin'
I can't go on like this
I won't let myself miss the rest of my life
Chorus:
When something's come and gone
What good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak
But the words are out of reach
I guess that really means
There's nothin' left to say
I guess we could carry on livin' asleep
Who is the fool who could choose to just keep pretendin'
That this ain't endin'?
I wish you all that I wish for myself
To have that ache of emptiness behind us
And not still inside us
It's time to take that dare
There's still a world out there waitin' for me
Chorus:
When something's come and gone
What good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak
But the words are out of reach
I guess that really means
There's nothin' left to say
We did the best we could
Just like we thought we should
But sometimes you've got to just let go
Chorus:
When something's come and gone
What good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak
But the words are out of reach
I guess that really means
There's nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to say
Nothin' left to say