My grandfather taught me you can't ride the brakes or you'll burn them up. Sometimes all you can do is muscle down the fear and focus on the road.

My girlfriend Danielle was waiting back in Florida that first year I moved to Nashville alone. She believed in me more than I believed in myself.

"Coming Down the Mountain" is about that literal drive and the fear that comes with it. But it's really about the dangerous stretch of highway you're on when you choose independence over safety - when you keep pushing through miles you can't see the end of, not knowing if you'll make it down alive.

Not in a physical sense. But whether you can do this without giving up, without losing the dream you started with.

I don't have the answer yet. But I'm still driving.