Down in the valley where I started to pine
Buried by the weight of each day
But I picked me a mountain and I started to climb
Now every reason has a rhyme
I'm up here in the atmosphere (I got this)
The sun is shinin' and my eyes are clear (I got this)
I can see all a my problems from here (I got this)
I got this
In the hush of the mornin' in the misty still
When all of the pages are blank
Write you a story you can proudly tell
They say the best revenge is living well
