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The one who runs the line, sung on her night off. A song for everyone who spends the week being the answer — the boss, the fixer, the person the fires find first — about wanting one evening where nothing is hers to hold. Not a rescue song: she built the life and she likes it. Surrender here is something granted, not taken — the heaviest lift she does all week. Warm, weathered, and quietly defiant: the companion piece to In My Hands, the chosen-trust to its instinctive kind.
Lyrics
[verse] All day long I run the line, Sauce on my sleeve by half-past nine. Every ticket comes flying, It's a dance. I can spot a lie at twenty feet, I know what everybody needs from me. Being needed's a beautiful cage... Somebody else can turn that page. [chorus] Tonight I don't wanna be in charge of anything, Don't wanna make one call. Don't wanna hold the keys, Don't wanna hold it at all. I just wanna feel light... light, Nothing on my shoulders but the night. No weight, no wheel, no plans... Just light, in somebody else's hands. [verse] I'm not asking to be rescued, I don't need nobody brave. I built this all myself, thanks, And I like the life I made. But steel gets tired of being steel, And I forget the way it feels To close my eyes and just be led... To follow somewhere soft instead. [chorus] Tonight I don't wanna be in charge of anything, Don't wanna make one call. Don't wanna hold the keys, Don't wanna hold it at all. I just wanna feel light... light, Nothing on my shoulders but the night. No weight, no wheel, no plans... Just light, in somebody else's hands. [bridge] Don't you dare call it giving in. It takes somebody strong To hand over the reins And trust that nothing's wrong. Letting go's the heaviest lift And I'll let you lift me. So take it slow, and take the wheel. I just want to feel. [chorus] Tonight I don't wanna be in charge of anything, Don't wanna make one call. Don't wanna hold the whole thing up, Don't wanna hold it at all. I just wanna feel light... light, Nothing on my shoulders but the night. No weight, no wheel, no plans... Just light, in somebody else's hands. [outro] Come Monday it's all mine again, The line, the fire, the plans... But tonight I'm just light... Light, in somebody else's hands.