THE OBSTACLE [Verse 1] Every road we’ve ever travelled Had a gate we couldn’t see, A lock without a reason, Someone holding back the key. We’ve heard, “No, you can’t go further.” We’ve watched good plans derail. We’ve knocked upon the front door And been answered with an email. But every time a road was closed, We learned another way. Sometimes what looked like stopping us Just changed the route that day. [Chorus] So here’s to every obstacle That thought we’d turn around, Every wall that made us wonder If another door was found. Every “No” became a question. Every setback drew a line. And somewhere in the middle We said… “Right then. We’ll build our own this time.” You can interrupt the journey. You can make us redesign. But you don’t get to decide When we’re done. That decision’s mine. [Verse 2] We’ve lost people on the journey, We’ve watched promises disappear. We’ve learned that independence Sometimes starts with losing gear. We’ve trusted other people To keep things safe and sound, Then learned the strongest footing Is the piece of our own ground. So now we save the music. Every story. Every line. Not because we’re scared of losing— Because what’s ours stays mine. [Chorus] Here’s to every obstacle That thought we’d turn around, Every wall that made us wonder If another door was found. Every “No” became a question. Every setback drew a line. And somewhere in the middle We said… “Right then. We’ll build our own this time.” [Bridge] A distributor says no? Find another road. A platform shuts a doorway? Carry your own load. Seven hundred songs to rescue? Download every one. A radio station needed? Well… apparently we’ve begun. The bank card doesn’t work? Of course it doesn’t. Work tonight? Naturally. How am I doing? … Fine. 😐 [Verse 3] Maybe obstacles aren’t endings. Maybe some are turning signs. Maybe being redirected Shows you what was yours to find. Because today we lost a doorway And discovered something more: We don’t need to own the highway. We just need to own our door. [Final Chorus] So here’s to every obstacle Still waiting down the line. You might change the destination, You might cost us precious time. You can test our bloody patience. You can make us redesign. But you don’t get to decide When we’re done. That decision’s mine. And if tomorrow brings another wall… We’ll probably have a whine. Make a coffee. Write a song. Build another bloody doorway. And tell everybody… We’re fine. [Outro — spoken] Obstacle noted. Lesson learned. Route recalculated. Music still playing. Pillars still standing.
