It's a Monday and the phone rings and it ain't the news you were hoping for
Another dead end door
It's the first hurt of a long week, blindsided
Knocked off your feet again, right back down to where you been
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama
Or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it all up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you wanna lose it
Whatever get you through it
You better hold on to it you
Whatever get you through it
It was almost so perfect
Till you found out it wasn't worth it at all
Right after the fall
And when you hit that wall
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama
Or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it all up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you want to lose it
Whatever gets you through it
Whatever makes the heartbreak easier to take
You might turn to the Bible
You might drown in a bottle
You might call your mama
Or cry with your best friend
You might have a come to Jesus
You might pack it all up and leave it
Whatever it takes to not break down when you wanna lose it
Whatever get you through
You better hold on to it
Whatever Gets You Through It
Whatever Gets You Through It
You better hold on to it
Whatever Gets You Through It