The lyrics are as follows (content note for ableist metaphor):
Late in the evenin’
it all come pourin’ in.
It’s a quiet lie,
but in my mind the sound is deafenin’.
And it’s all the regret
and it’s all the shame
and it’s all in my head,
but it’s louder than any chain.
The greatest lie I told myself was that it could not be done -
watching others take the prize when I should have been the one.
You could waste your whole life
waitin for that mountain to move but it’s
waitin' on you.
It’s waitin’ on you
It’s waitin on you;
you gotta make it move.]