Only One Way to Go Verse 1 Last night in Tacoma, I heard a question That reached beyond the room and me: Who is your Ebby? Who is your Bill? Who is your Doctor Bob when you’re down on your knees? Who carried the message when you couldn’t carry The weight of another day? Who stayed beside you, believed you could rise, And helped you find a way? Pre-Chorus When the floor drops out beneath you, When the map no longer shows— Look for the hands that lift together; That is where the upward road goes. Chorus Up— Past the fear and past the shame, Past the wreckage of the past. Up— With the people who kept reaching, With the love that held us fast. Every setback turned a page, Every burden found a trust. When we thought we had no way— There was only up for us. Verse 2 Who is your Evie—the one who saw you Before you knew what you could be? Who is your Bill W.—the one who shared A truth that set your spirit free? Who is your Doctor Bob—the steady presence Who helped you make it through? The one who showed that recovery Could become a life made new? Pre-Chorus We do not walk this road alone; No one rises by themselves. The hands that once reached out to save us May be reaching for someone else. Chorus Up— Past the fear and past the shame, Past the wreckage of the past. Up— With the people who kept reaching, With the love that held us fast. Every setback turned a page, Every burden found a trust. When we thought we had no way— There was only up for us. Bridge Then the question turned toward me, And I felt the room grow still: Who have you been for someone else? Whose Evie? Whose Bill? Whose Doctor Bob in a dark hour, When they could not see the dawn? Whose hand have you held steady? Whose hope have you passed on? Maybe I have been a voice of courage, Maybe just a place to rest. Maybe I showed up when it mattered, And gave what I could give my best. Because the message keeps on moving From one recovering heart to another: The person who once needed saving Can become somebody’s helper. Final Chorus Up— Not because the road is simple, Not because the way is clear. Up— Because we lift what’s falling, Because we choose to persevere. Ebby, your Bill, and Doctor Bob— Names that carried us this far. Now the question lives within us: Whose recovery can we guard? Outro So when someone asks, “Who saved you?” We will name the ones we know. And when someone needs a hand to rise, We will be the hand that shows: You are not alone in this, You do not have to face it all. There is always one more reaching— There is always one more call. And when the night feels endless, When the heart has nowhere to go, We will find the hands beside us— And together, we will go— Up.
