At first I release with the right hand
My knuckles have gotten so white
And I tell every stranger that I can
That I'm fixin' to make changes round here

It takes me all night, but I pack in my head
from the long summer dresses to books I've not read
It's taken me years just to fill this space up
to find I prefer to empty it instead

She said, What are you holding on to?
You're mourning a loss that you haven't been through
it's not so tough deciding who
are the trivial many, and the vital few

I gotta defend this righteous gut
It's full of good sense, full of caution but
you've got to invent some adventure somewhere
so I'm fixin' to make changes fixin' to make changes round here

She said, What are you holding on to?
You're mourning a loss that you haven't been through
It's not so tough deciding who
are the trivial many and the vital few...