When you never quite break through
There’s gravity left in your hunger
Dreams stand as steal-beam structures
Even through the ghost-town winter

Since clear success never hopped along
It might just be around the corner
Or perhaps you’re all washed up
Or a one-in-a-million one hit wonder

Be sure if your gut takes the wheel
Your drive will hunt the mother down
When the words finally frame your name
When the words align and whisper loud