[Intro] (interlocking palm-wine highlife guitars over a warm hi-hat groove, congas and shaker, clavinet and Rhodes, horns breathing in, precise and in-the-pocket) [Verse 1] (locked highlife guitar and upright bass under a warm vocal, congas ticking, tape saturation) Every January I would burn the whole thing down New name, new plan, new city, gonna leave this loser town Torch the job, torch the habits, torch the man that I had been And by February I'd be right back where I'd always been [Pre-Chorus] (horns and pedal steel lifting, the groove tightening) 'Cause you can't fix a squeak by setting the whole house on fire You don't need a brand-new engine, you need to change one wire [Chorus] (full horns and close harmonies bloom over the interlocking groove, warm and bright) It's a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn Not a whole new life, just a lesson you can learn Ninety percent of it's working, don't tear it apart You don't need a new heart, friend, you need to tune the one you've got Just a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn [Verse 2] (back to the locked highlife pocket, interlocking guitars answering the vocal, clavinet funking) Didn't need to quit forever, needed bed by half past ten Didn't need a whole new woman, needed to listen now and then Didn't have to move to Denver, chase some mountain, find my soul Just had to say one honest sentence I'd been swallowing whole [Pre-Chorus] (horns and steel climbing again) The revolution's overrated, and it rarely ever holds It's the boring little quarter-turns that quietly turn to gold [Chorus] (fuller, horns and harmonies wide) It's a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn Not a whole new life, just a lesson you can learn Ninety percent of it's working, don't tear it apart You don't need a new heart, friend, you need to tune the one you've got Just a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn [Bridge] (drops to clavinet and hushed vocal and soft congas, then a warm build back up) 'Cause the ship don't need to sink to point a little further north One degree across an ocean lands you somewhere brand-new, sure So I stopped waiting on the earthquake, stopped demanding the big sign And I moved one thing an inch today, and it changed the whole design [Instrumental solo] (a bright interlocking-highlife-guitar and horn solo trading warm lines with pedal steel over the congas and clavinet, building precise and joyful) [Final Chorus] (biggest lift, full horns and harmonies, warm and settled) It's a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn Not a burning of the building, just a small and steady learn Most of your life is a keeper, so quit trying to restart You don't need a new heart, friend, you just gotta tune the one you've got Just a minor adjustment, a quarter of a turn [Outro] (the interlocking guitars ride the groove down, horns and congas fading, clavinet settling, spring reverb trailing off)
