Ain't no ___________ high enough

The guy high on (drugs, life, you choose) sitting across from me on the Orange line (where else?) was singing about Jesus during my morning commute. And the more the train emptied out, the louder his vocals became. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out any lyrics other than, “I CAN MOVE A MOUNTAIN.” (Note: He was referring to himself at this point and not Jesus. I know this because he was patting himself vigorously on the chest). I tried my best to suppress a giggle but of course, failed. Failed because A) I was nervous, and B) he was getting off at my stop and was ready to move that mountain.