My Yesterdays Are All Boxed Up And

Then Not Everything Is Gonna Be The Way You Think It Oughta Be. It Seems Like Everytime I Try To Make It Right, It All Comes Down On Me. Please Say Honestly You Won't Give Up On Me, And I Shall Believe.

We Talk About Defining Moments, But I Think Nothing Can Define You. They're All Refining Moments. You're Constantly Refining Yourself And Refining Your Life.

As You Get Older, You Have Your Tribe Of Women That You Grow And Age Gracefully With And You Share Wisdom With. That's Your Clan. That's Your Family. That's Your Strength.

I Have Been Around For A Long, Long Time. I Didn't Make It 'til I Was Older. I Went Through The Period When Women Were Not Getting Signed, Particularly If You Were Writing Songs That Were Lyrically Propelled.

I Look At My Hands And Go, 'hmm...what Happened? Whose Hands Are Those? Oh My God, They're Mine'