[Intro] [Heart] No band on this one. Just me. [Crowd reacts] No, Smiley's fine. [Crowd laughs] I just don't think this song needs anybody carrying extra weight. [Acoustic guitar begins] [Verse 1] Used to need three trips Just to move what I owned Boxes full of proof From every place I'd called home Receipts from a life I thought I'd need someday Things I hadn't touched But couldn't throw away Packed 'em once Packed 'em twice Packed 'em every time I moved Never asked what all that weight Was supposed to prove Then one year I gave a little something away Didn't feel like losing Felt like breathing for the first time all day [Pre-Chorus] Funny thing about carrying You don't notice what it costs Till your hands come back empty And nothing important got lost [Chorus] Everything I own fits in one truck now [Crowd softly] One truck now... [Heart] Didn't plan it Didn't swear it Didn't tear the whole life down Everything I own fits in one truck now And I've never felt richer in an empty room somehow Funny what you carry When you finally learn what you can put down [Verse 2] Kept one box From every place I ever stayed Not because I need what's in it Just proof I passed that way Photograph Old watch Couple names I used to know Everything else got lighter Sooner than I thought it'd go Same thing happened with some stories Same thing happened with old pain Carried both so long I thought they were another kind of name Then one morning I couldn't remember Why I still needed the shelf That's when it hit me— I wasn't keeping memories I was storing versions of myself [Room quiet] [Heart] Yeah. That one got me too. [Chorus] Everything I own fits in one truck now [Crowd a little stronger] One truck now... [Heart] Didn't plan it Didn't swear it Didn't tear the whole life down Everything I own fits in one truck now And I've never felt richer in an empty room somehow Funny what you carry When you finally learn what you can put down [Break] [Heart] Anybody here ever keep something just because you survived it? [Several crowd voices] Yeah. [Heart] Me too. [Acoustic guitar softens] But survival doesn't need a trophy. [Pause] Sometimes surviving is enough. [Bridge] There's a kind of wealth that doesn't need a lock There's a kind of time that doesn't live inside a clock There's a kind of home that travels where you do And there's a kind of freedom that leaves an empty space without needing to fill it with something new [Heart] Sing this part with me. [Crowd hums softly] [Final Chorus] Everything I own fits in one truck now [Crowd] ONE TRUCK NOW [Heart] Didn't plan it Didn't swear it Didn't burn the old life down Everything I own fits in one truck now [Crowd] ONE TRUCK NOW [Heart] And I've never felt richer than I do right now Funny what you carry [Crowd] WHEN YOU PUT IT DOWN [Heart] Again. Funny what you carry [Crowd] WHEN YOU PUT IT DOWN [Heart] There you go. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar only] [Heart] Truck's still small. Room's still empty. [Pause] You know what's strange? [Crowd quiet] Nothing in here feels missing.
