Happy, Probably

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands know the granite like skin knows the sun,
that smooth weight ascending, descending, begun
again in the morning, your shoulders ablaze
with the kind of alive that'll burn through the haze.
The stone catches light as you hoist it once more—
your mirror neurons fire each time you restore
the rhythm, the push, the relentless refrain,
and somewhere inside there's a pleasure, not pain.

[Chorus]
Oh, the stone is your song and your song is your stone,
your muscles remember what you've always known:
that moving's the living, that striving's the prayer,
that up is the only direction that's there.

[Verse 2]
Your synaptic pathways have carved new terrain,
long-term potentiation burning the chain
of effort to ecstasy—each repetition
rewires your cortex, reshapes your ambition.
The boulder's a teacher of axional truth:
that growth lives in struggle, that reaching's the proof.
Your proprioceptive feedback runs clean,
the most honest sensation a body can glean.

[Chorus]
Oh, the stone is your song and your song is your stone,
your muscles remember what you've always known:
that moving's the living, that striving's the prayer,
that up is the only direction that's there.

[Bridge]
Your hippocampus weaves every climb into story,
consolidating failure as texture of glory.
The myelinated fibers fire faster each day—
your nervous system knows there's no other way.

[Chorus]
Oh, the stone is your song and your song is your stone,
your muscles remember what you've always known:
that moving's the living, that striving's the prayer,
that up is the only direction that's there.

[Outro]
Watch you plant your feet at the base, grinning wide,
palms pressing upward, that stone at your side.
You are the work, and the work sets you free.

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