Yard sale

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 shit 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 shit 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