In this live set at Nashville’s Bluebird Cafe, singer‑songwriter Sarah Spencer greets the audience, thanks fans for waiting in line, and introduces three original songs. She opens with “Harder Miracle,” a reflective anthem about perseverance, prayer, and hard work, featuring spoken interludes from a supporting performer (referred to as Ashanti). Next she presents “Drunk Text,” a candid, vulnerable piece that explores the anxiety of sending a drunken message, the uncertainty of the recipient’s reaction, and the inner dialogue of a late‑night confession. Finally, she introduces “Nail in the Wall,” a collaborative composition co‑written with Dan Rice‑Snyder and John Surlo, acknowledging the songwriting partnership. Throughout the performance, Sarah mixes English lyrics with brief foreign‑language phrases, engages in informal banter, and maintains an enthusiastic, intimate tone with the audience.
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[FOREIGN LANGUAGE] Thank you guys for coming out here, for waiting in line all day to listen to music that you may or may not have heard ever before. We really— that means so much to songwriters. You guys are gonna have a fantastic headline. This one's called "Harder Miracle." Volume is a very good thing. Father never was a stranger to hard work.
If we had nothing, then he had the cure. For the days when the odds stack against you, yeah, you feel the fence around you, so you, so you pray. Go ahead and use that shovel he put in your hand.
—And you break your back to sway your hand. A hard-earned miracle. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Every night at bed, Mama has us bow our heads and whisper, ask, be sure to see. She told us, when your cup ain't full, pray, pray for a waterfall. Then put in some of old grace.
Yeah, my mother was a steady believer. She knew the truth and she was a messenger for the days when the odds were stacked against you. Yeah, you, you defend around you, so you, so you pray. What God ain't use that shovel he put in Hands!
And you break your back to sweat your hands— hard-earned miracles! Oh what?
Uh oh...
When my doubting and my fear handshake.
I'll raise them up and make my own way. On the days when the odds stack against you, yeah, you feel the fence around you, so you, so you pray to your God and use that shovel he put in your hand Woo!
Yeah! Thank you, Ashanti. The next one is relatively new. It's called "Drunk Text." That's why I'm texting. [SPEAKING CHINESE] This is not a true story. I want a drink. So I'm taking things into my own hands, it seems.
Hey, Siri, hey, hey, dangerous. It's just an over and even over top secret conversation between the two of us. And I was amazed. Don't mind what I'm Don't take it as a compliment, obviously. Don't let it go to your head.
But you made a mad drunk text. I don't know if I meant it, if I did or I didn't. Don't pretend that I drunk. Are you somewhere alone? Are you with Her sleeping at home while you're laying on your side. See that little buzzing vibrating coming from your cell phone? And I wonder, what do you think when you see you have one unread message from me? Do you push the thought aside, hold it tight, save it for any matter when you're feeling vulnerable? It's time that I'm done. That's what I tell myself. All I want to do right now is just blow up your Would you read that drunk text? I don't know if I did it, if I did or I didn't. Don't read any of that drunk text. Open prayer when he gets in. He don't call up to revisit. Would you read that drunk text?
Kwittin, kwittin, kwittin!
This next song— it's better than I thought. Okay, cool. This next song is one that I wrote with my friends Dan Rice-Snyder and John Surlo. They're fantastic. It's called "Nail in the Wall." Thank you guys for listening.
Tomorrow I will marry that memory. I'm taking you down till there's nothing left for you. Little by little, I Picture you home, but this is the nail in the wall. Shot glass from Coke gathering dust, still rolling around in my dresser drawer. That bottle of red wine I was saving for us I'll just drink it alone. I don't care anymore. Everybody been free. I'm taking you down till there's nothing left of you. Taking you down till there's nothing left of you at all. Little by little, it's just a matter of time till it's just a name in the wall.
