Some coworkers of mine were having a board game party night, and I don't remember the name of this particular game.  Basically a multiple choice question would be asked about a particular person playing and you had to try to guess the answer you thought everyone else would guess about them as well.  In other words, it didn't matter if you knew exactly the right answer; it mattered that you guessed the same way the majority of the other players guessed as well--that is how you earned points.
Anyway, a question was asked about me.  It was:  "If Tyson were a disaster of some kind, what would he be?"  The options were a volcano erupting, a tornado, an earthquake, or the Titanic sinking.  Anyone that really knows me would guess either the volcano or the Titanic.  I myself would pick the Titanic (and so did most everyone else).  It was funny at the time, but as I drove home after the party I was thinking about it in a few different ways.  Me as a big ship, plodding along, seemingly reliable and steady, counted on to follow through with endeavors and reach personal goals/destinations.  But then realizing the possibility of hitting a snag that could derail me in any number of ways and fall apart.  I let it brew for a week or so.  
I was going through some pictures of me as a kid, and found a few that I barely remembered being taken.  One was me in the backyard of my Grandma's house in Bismarck, ND, about age 8, holding a big fish I had caught by myself.  I looked really happy and proud and it brought back a lot of fond memories of being with my grandparents and happy times.  The other picture was of me on Easter Sunday, probably around age 5 or 6.  I had just finished an Easter egg hunt and opened one of the plastic eggs I had found.  Inside was a matchbox car.  For some reason I was truly surprised by this, and happy to have it.  The picture was captured at just the right moment to show the surprise, joy, and excitement on my face.  I looked at it for a long time, trying to remember what it was like to live life in a state of worry-free happiness; without anxiety about things and able to be surprised by people in a good way.  I thought about how nice it would be to recapture some of that innocence and pure joy and remember what it was like to just play outside all day. I looked at the person I had become since then and wanted to be more like who I used to be when I was a kid.  I wondered what it would take to get some of that back.  It struck me that to dig back into my soul and personality that far and truly bring back that kid in me would be like raising the Titanic from the bottom of the ocean floor.  Once I realized that, and thought again about the board game with my coworkers, this song wrote itself.
I really love how this song turned out and what it is all about.  The chord changes really stir up something in me, and it's hard and heavy.  When we went into the studio to record what would become "Keep it Coming Like a Miracle," this song was the newest one, and Justin didn't even have a drum part for it yet but we knew we wanted to do it.  Justin put on his creative hat, came up with this drum part that day, recorded it, and I love it.  Also, Aaron has a blistering cello solo that I really pushed him to bring out in the studio.  He recorded a couple that were really good, but I knew he had something else in him.  I told him to "bring the fire!" on the last take.  He did, and that is what you hear on the recording.