Think so hard, rev up so fast
Long trains of thought churn up the path
Dynamite will clear the pass
Bend steel planks with my bare hands

With what I’m going through
Sometimes I break through

I thought I was good at pain
But feeling it a lot is not the same
As staring down its scary face
Giving thanks and choosing change

With what I’m going through
Sometimes I break through

Issue a reluctant prayer
Spins away into the air
Times I know I ask too much
It’s hard to know that you’re in touch

With what I’m going through
Sometimes I break through