I GOT THAT EXTRA PUSH Testing, testing, one, two, three… Woke up this morning feeling kinda strange, Looking at the clock like, where'd my hours go? I could've made twenty more, maybe thirty more, You know me—I don't know when to let it go. Making music like a machine, Song after song, dream after dream, And even when I've made enough, Something in me says enough ain't enough. I was sitting there wondering, Does anybody hear me? Does anybody see All these pieces of my heart I'm turning into melodies? I made that song, “Ain't Nobody Liking My Stuff,” Laughing through the frustration, Trying not to give up. But this morning I learned A like ain't everything— Sometimes one little word Can put wind beneath your wings. I got that extra push, That extra push, Right when I thought I'd done about enough. Keep on trucking, Mary, Keep on going. You don't always know Who's watching what you're doing. I got that extra push, That extra push, More than a heart, More than a thumbs-up. Somebody I admired Was checking for me too— And Lord knows this morning That's all I needed to push through. You don't have to click that button, You don't have to call my name. You don't have to leave a comment For me to know you heard my pain. 'Cause somewhere somebody listening Might never make a sound, But they're hearing every trumpet, Every drum when it comes down. Every blues guitar crying, Every saxophone that sings, Every gospel choir rising, Every story that I bring. I thought nobody noticed. Lord, look what today proved— Sometimes the one you're watching Might be watching you. I got that extra push, That extra push, Right when my spirit Needed picking up. Keep on trucking, Mary, Keep on going. Plant another seed Even if you can't see it growing. I got that extra push, That extra push, More than a like— Baby, this was love. Not knowing somebody I admired knew what I do, Put another gallon in my spirit— Now this machine coming through! She'll be coming 'round that mountain, She'll be climbing toward the top, She done came too far to turn around, And she ain't about to stop. Round that mountain, Through that valley, Over every rocky road, Carrying ten thousand songs And still got stories in her soul. Come on, Mary! Keep on trucking! Come on, Mary! Keep on climbing! You ain't gotta see the summit To know you're still rising! Maybe enough ain't enough When creation's in your blood. Maybe all those nights of making music Were preparing you for this one. I didn't need a million people. I didn't need a million likes. Just one unexpected moment Put the fire back inside. I GOT THAT EXTRA PUSH! That extra push! That extra push! When I was tired— PUSH! When I was doubting— PUSH! When I wondered if they heard me— PUSH! When I thought about stopping— PUSH! Keep on trucking, Mary! Keep on going! Keep on climbing, Mary! Keep that music flowing! They don't have to like everything. They don't have to say a word. Sometimes the greatest confirmation Is finding out… You were heard. Testing, testing, one, two, three… Machine back on. LET'S MAKE SOME MUSIC.
