A storm, fire, and locust swarm interrupt the grind. Surviving each disaster equips him for the next, until he questions what the journey means.
On the grind every day, trying to make that mill
Pushing through the dirt, climbing up the hill
Then the sky turned black and the thunder rolled
A vicious, howling storm, totally out of control
I had to find the shade, had to drain the flood
Water rising up, mixing with the mud
Barely made it out, gasping for the air
But I survived the tempest, I’m still standing here.
One disaster down, another on the way
Fighting for the dream, day by grueling day
Through the wind and the fire, through the bitter test
I won't stop walking till I find my rest
No, I won't stop walking till I find my rest.
Back on the task, wiping off the sweat
But the universe isn't finished with me yet
Sparks catch the walls, the flames start to rise
Smoke filling up my ambitious eyes
But the house is up to code, the sprinklers start to spray
The water from the storm just saved my life today
Almost burned to ash in a fiery trap
But the embers died down, and I'm back on the track.
One disaster down, another on the way
Fighting for the dream, day by grueling day
Through the wind and the fire, through the bitter test
I won't stop walking till I find my rest
No, I won't stop walking till I find my rest.
Hear a buzzing sound coming from the east
A swarm of hungry locusts, a biblical beast
Eating through the neighbors, taking all they own
Leaving nothing behind but the dirt and the bone
But I hold the torch, now a master of the flame
I burn the flying plague, send them back from where they came
The tragedy of the fire saved me from the sting
I lived to see the morning, I survived another thing.
I brush the ashes off, I look up at the sky
My achievements waiting, but I have to wonder why
Is it all about the gold? Is it all about the prize?
Or the strength that I found when I looked death in the eyes?
One disaster down, another on the way
Fighting for the dream, day by grueling day
Through the wind and the fire, through the bitter test
I won't stop walking till I find my rest
No, I won't stop walking till I find my rest.
I must go on, keep walking down this road
Carrying the weight of this heavy, heavy load
Success isn't here, it's still out of sight
But maybe the journey is the reason for the fight.
Yeah, maybe the journey... is the meaning of the fight.