I can't let go of anything it seems I've got stuff in my closets that's so old that it dreams Of the days it had purpose And if I just had the resolve to be true to myself Well the problems that would solve Then this feeling in my stomach just might go away For a day for maybe even two And cause there's nothing left to do I ride, I ride Trying to keep sight of an objective that seems right But it all seems to get lost in this glory of God Has become just as cluttered as my closet, as my closet And it seems I can't let go of anything And all the while I'm left with nothing Nothing to use I think it's time I did some housecleaning I've got enough sh** here to have a yard sale, and everything must go I can't let go of anything it seems I've got stuff in my closets that's so old that it dreams Of the days it had purpose And if I just had the resolve to be true to myself Well the problems that would solve Then this feeling in my stomach just might go away For a day for maybe even two I think it's time I did some housecleaning I've got enough sh** here to have a yard sale, and everything must go Yeah everything must go Yeah everything must go Yeah everything must go Yeah everything must go