SONG LYRICS
CHASING RABBITS
Released November 2020
MELT
The snow’s piling high, the streetlight goes dark
The afterglow omen of a disappeared spark
The snowflakes are memories too heavy to lift
With no will to move them I let my mind drift
Each snowflake reminds me how warm your love felt
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt
The summer was heaven, the winter is long
Now we've lost the power to fix what went wrong
Your name spelled in footprints the snowflakes erase
They turn into teardrops that fall on my face
Each snowflake reminds me how warm your love felt
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt
I bury my treasures in a bank of mistakes
My arms feeling empty with no angels to make
Each snowflake’s a memory, its own time and place
And I pray that the sunshine will take every trace
Of these snowflakes, they remind me how warm your love felt
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt
Lunenburg Moon
The church glowing golden, I remember your smile
And the echo of footsteps as we met in the aisle
And the music was gentle but it lifted us high
It was just an old folk song, but it still made me cry
We went to a party with some friends down the street
The wine kept on flowing as we followed our feet
To a house on the hillside while the town was asleep
Every step on the staircase had a secret to keep
All the words I remember
And I remember the tune
At the end of September
And me and you and the Lunenburg moon
Your hand I was holding, my heart skipping beats
In the bed of a captain with sails for its sheets
The room was so quiet, just whispers and waves
In the darkness we drifted, two souls to be saved
All the words I remember
And I remember the tune
At the end of September
And me and you and the Lunenburg moon
CHASING RABBITS
When Cleo was a puppy she got sick and nearly died
And the vet suspects it left her with some damage deep inside
She can’t handle freedom in the woods or on the beach
We know that she’ll go running so we keep her on a leash
Deep down I know Cleo is an awful lot like me
We tend to hide our troubles places people never see
She’s a slave to being anxious, I’m a slave to my bad habits
When I should be busy working I’m distracted, chasing rabbits
In my dreams I try to catch them but they wake me up at night
When I think of all the music and the songs I didn’t write
I know I held myself back, no, I can’t blame anyone
Every morning I make Cleo stop and walk instead of run
Since we can’t handle freedom, our family keeps us close
Though we take out our frustrations on the ones that matter most
Then we cover them with kisses, or we hide our love away
When the only thing they want is for us to sit, for us to stay
Deep down I know Cleo is an awful lot like me
We tend to hide our troubles places people never see
And I wish that I could trust her, wish that I could let her go
I would drop her leash and watch her chase the rabbits through the snow
IN THE CITY
The place that I come from has only one city
The traffic lights through the windshield were festive and pretty
Christmas shopping at Zellers and Sears when I was a kid
I dreamed someday I’d live there, and for two years I did
My mom cried, and Lady Di died the day I left for college
Where I stayed up too late writing papers and faking my knowledge
Of philosophy, history, lectures that I had slept through
I had only enrolled just to say I had something to do
I would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain
The streets named for trees were a forest to me
With no one to hear when I fell
In the city that hid me so well
A twenty-four hour IGA grocery store
A two-bedroom apartment above that I couldn’t afford
Video Difference, suspense, drama, and horror
Like the night I called cops to bust into a locked bathroom door
Where a scorned former boyfriend unbottled his feelings inside
Talking madness and swallowing sadness to make it subside
I tried to be cool and calm but I was terrified
When they took him away I can’t even say if I cried
I collected my thoughts, called collect from a public pay phone
For my regular check-in and chat with my mother back home
I was too stubborn to tell her that I was in trouble
I pretended I only saw rainbows from inside my bubble
I would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain
The streets named for trees were a forest to me
With no one to hear when I fell
In the city that hid me so well
Like a daisy making its way through a sidewalk crack
The love of a friend called my heart and my heart called him back
He would walk through the Commons alone at 3:30am
With a sandwich he’d stolen, bologna or PB and jam
A confessional booth at a Wendy's with burgers and fries
We shared our mistakes over milkshakes and untied our lies
He had flunked out of school, a secret he’d carefully covered
There and then we decided that we’d rather study each other
We would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain
The streets named for trees where he walked next to me
With no one to hear when we fell in love
In the city he loved me so well
TRAINING TO FLY
I look overhead in the morning
To the families of Canada geese
In the grey autumn sky they are training to fly
Broken Vs, incomplete victories
And today while I make my way homeward
I think of the snowbirds that sing
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m still in my shell
Or I’ve started stretching my wings
Then I feel the wind pushing forward
I feel the pull of the sky
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird
That’s been waiting and training to fly
I thought I would be like my mother
Her babies kept safe in their nest
With no thoughts in her mind to leave them behind
Every day she gave them her best
But a nest isn’t made for forever
And my babies, I want you to know
That it’s good to be grown and choose paths of your own
And be brave wherever you go
I feel the wind pushing forward
I feel the pull of the sky
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird
That’s been waiting and training to fly
I feel the wind pushing forward
I feel the pull of the sky
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird
That’s been waiting and training to fly
I've been waiting and training to fly
MOTHERLAND
The wash machine is just 1/4 full
I only packed a few things for the flight
Christmas socks and a sweater knit from homespun wool
things to keep me warm alone at night
The February wind is whipping round
the 401 is closed down for the snow
a call goes straight to voicemail the loneliest of sounds
with three days left to kill until the show
I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing
In a country band with a rambling man
I had no understanding of being away from day to day
It isn’t something that I planned
I miss my babies back in motherland
You tell me everything is going fine
we all agree the weeks are going to fly
No matter how we listen things go missing across the line
I lose my voice before I start to cry
I tell you that the tour is going well
The crowds are sweet, and people here are kind
I ask about your homework but you don’t have much to tell
I’m feeling every minute of the hour that I’m behind
I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing
In a country band with a rambling man
I had no understanding of being away from day to day
It isn’t something that I planned
I miss my babies back in motherland
I hope you find the valentines I hid
I’ll bring a few treats home from the hotel
We’ll bake that batch of cookies
Just like we did when you were kids
And in my mind, I still can find the smell
I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing
In a country band with a rambling man
I had no understanding of being away from day to day
It isn’t something that I planned
I miss my babies back in motherland
I miss my babies...
MANITOBA MAPLE
There is one tall tree
A Manitoba Maple
Rocking like a cradle
When the wind and rain combine
I watch through the window
As the hurricane advances
The maple bends and dances
The power leaves the line
My family tree is narrow
No sisters and no brothers
My father and my mother
My children and my love
I hope that I can give them
The time and space and sunlight
To be happy in their own right
And reach for stars above
When the Manitoba Maple's coming down
And the branches die, we'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round
But the roots run deep
And we there keep the seeds of memories
Nested in the branches of our family tree
Musicians, cooks, and bakers,
Painters and school teachers
Pentecostal preachers
On the promises they stand
My grandma was a wonder
When her time had come to part
I sang her In the Garden
'Til she let go of my hand
When the Manitoba Maple's coming down
And the branches die
We'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round
But the roots run deep
And we there keep the seeds of memories
Nested in the branches of our family tree
As the storm passes over
The soft light of a candle
Finds the pictures on my mantle
The smiles on wedding days
May we stay strong and steady
Like a Manitoba Maple
Rocking like a cradle
With the strength to bend and sway
When the Manitoba Maple's coming down
And the branches die
We'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round
But the roots run deep
And we there keep the seeds of memories
Nested in the branches of our family tree
Nested in the branches of our family tree
COYOTES
I set out with the sunrise on a set of worn-out skis
My thoughts were hanging heavy as the snow upon the trees
I was thinking of my granddad, how he'd given many warnings
To watch out for coyotes in the woods on winter mornings
With a dagger in my pocket that could kill me if I fell
I made two lines like the highway through the trail I knew so well
At the log bridge by the river, I heard a rustle at my back
Caught a glimpse of the coyote that was following my tracks
In her eyes a glow of amber, in a flash she lunged for me
I stumbled in my skis, she ripped my snow pants at the knee
With a mittened hand I wrestled, tried to free my granddad’s knife
Drove it deep into the soft fur of the dog to save my life
With a whimper she relented and the snow turned angry red
She licked her wounded shoulder while my own leg pulsed and bled
A shadow broke the sunlight in the corner of my eye
A pack of young coyotes come to watch their mother die
As her babies gathered round me, I could smell their puppy breath
And my thoughts in that brief moment were of life instead of death
As they tore me into pieces and licked my old bones clean
My spirit grew so peaceful, the most at rest I’d ever been
I thought of my own babies, running fingers through their hair,
And all the times I had wronged them, caught my leg in my own snare
I will see no fiery furnace, no box deep in the ground
Just a pack of wild coyotes and their high and lonesome sound
FEELS LIKE HOME
Skyscrapers stoplights and barfights spill into the street
I walk home at midnight I keep my eyes on my feet
Loneliness dark and deep in the city that doesn't sleep
No trace of your smile on the faces of strangers I meet
I stare out the window, lost in the space of my bed
The sounds from the sidewalk can't drown out the noise in my head
The view can't compare to your eyes, the city can't sing lullabies
All I hear is the echo of words that you said
Home
When I see your face
I am in a place that feels like home
I had big city lights shining bright in my small town dream
I was blind with excitement, the future in high beam
I thought I was ready to fly
But I've been falling since we said goodbye
And the stars in the sky they are farther away than they seem
Home
When I see your face
I am in a place that feels like home
It's the break in your voice when you call
It's the photos on my bedroom wall
It's the words of an old favorite song
The feeling of where I belong
Home's not a place that you stay
It is someone that meets you halfway
I will only be home when I'm standing with you
Home
When I see your face
I am in a place that feels like home
SAIGON
I drive him to the airport, and he promises to call
He tells me that in love there are just two ways to fall
In and out of Vietnam
There were times I saw him falling deep and down
She had never seen a snowfall, felt the fresh air on her face
So he buys a one-way ticket, flies her to his rented place
And he sings her gentle music, brings her roses from the grocery downtown
Say hi from Saigon
With a sigh, and he is gone
Gone to find the sun and try find someone to warm his heart
Say hi from Saigon
Where the evening meets the dawn
Country man and city girl
Holding hands but they are still a world apart
They have no need for speaking on the sand beneath the sunset
She makes him fancy dinners, sews him clothes, and learns his language
Then she offers him her soul but keeps her clothes on under blankets in the dark
Then she drive him to the airport when the roses lose their redness
And returns to washing dishes, serving coffee to the tourists
As he starts a new adventure and he doesn't know how deep he leaves a mark
Say hi to Saigon
With a sigh, and he is gone
Gone to find the sun and try to find someone to warm his heart
Say hi to Saigon
Where the evening meets the dawn
Country man and city girl
Holding hands but they are still a world apart
So I answer when he calls me after they have been together
And he wonders if she'll be the one to stay with him forever
To love him without judgement, and be faithful, kind, and true
But there is more to love than what someone can do for you
Goodbye to Saigon
She will cry when he is gone
Although she hides it well, her family can tell it from her eyes
Goodbye to Saigon
He is always moving on
When the winter's over you ought to know a snowbird's gonna fly
When the winter's over you ought to know a snowbird's gonna fly
OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES
Released January 2019
BROOKLYN
I met a girl named Brooklyn standing by the schoolhouse door
With blue eyes like her mother’s that could start or stop a war
And she loves her baby brother, and she’s written him a song
And I have a funny feeling that I’ll hear it before long
The beauty of a skyline, the promise of the world
Are just a few things you might find in the eyes of a little girl
I took the bus to Brooklyn where I spent my younger days
It was where I earned my war wounds and I faked my way to A’s
Flannel shirts and blue jeans were a suitable disguise from the eyes of guys around me
But then one day, one found me
My heart was taken by a boy who had a band
We had a fight on prom night so my friend and I went dancing
I had no ambitions, nothing I was dreaming of beyond a moment’s worth of love
The beauty of a shoreline, the promise of the world
Are just a few things he hoped to find in the eyes of a high school girl
Flip through the yearbook that I found down in the basement
And I pause on certain pages, and I wonder where a face went
Twenty years seems like a short time when I look over my shoulder
But it feels like a lifetime for a young girl who can’t wait to be older
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I met a girl named Brooklyn standing by the schoolhouse door
With blue eyes like her mother’s that could start or stop a war
And she loves her baby brother, and she’s written him a song
And I have a funny feeling that I’ll hear it before long
The beauty of a skyline, the promise of the world
Are just a few things you might find in the eyes of a little girl
COTTON MILL
We left the high school early, he drove me into town
We noticed on the smokestack all the bricks had been torn down
He was my friend and teacher, I was eighteen years old
The textile mill in Windsor hadn’t yet been sold
The mill survived the fire that had turned the town to ash
Making clothing out of cotton until the town ran out of cash
A century of workers sweating in the heat
Now faded like the cotton, ghosts wrapped in white sheets
Sometimes dreams go nowhere but I feel like I’ve been travelling
When I try to trace the thread but the stitches come unravelling
Sometimes there is no ending, just something standing still
On a long-deserted island with an empty cotton mill
Someone had a vision that rose out of the steam
To bring the place to glory, a developer’s dream
They changed all the windows, but the new ones have gone blind
From staring at the highway with nothing on their mind
Sometimes dreams go nowhere but I feel like I’ve been travelling
When I try to trace the thread but the stitches come unravelling
It takes time to make it work, it takes work to make it right
It takes both to keep somebody warm for more than just one night
The sky was grey and heavy remembering the storm
Soft and thick like sweaters that had kept the farmers warm
It’s been twice a lifetime since I was eighteen years old
My pockets lined with secrets that haven’t yet been told
EVERYBODY KNOWS
White picket fence, three kids, two dogs, one car sitting in the yard
Long days of working hard, we pay off our credit card
Nobody asks me why you’re never home at dinnertime
Or why I buy so much wine, they know that we’re doing fine
I don’t have to wear my shades on rainy days to hide that I’ve been crying
No dirty laundry on our line, just flowers and a Welcome sign
Down at the grocery store I don’t have to ignore the talk wherever I go
I can look them in eye, ‘cause everybody knows
Driving to hockey practice and keeping our act up for the kids
Do all the things we always did before everything hits the skids
I think it’s great that you can stay out late with your high school friend
I don’t count the nights you spend running ‘round and playing pretend
When you don’t hurry home I don’t worry over things like one-night stands
I know that you’re a real good man and that you are in good hands
Neighbourhood grapevine’s buzzing, including her husband, as the story goes
You might as well face it tonight, ‘cause everybody knows
When you don’t hurry home I don’t worry over things like one-night stands
I know you’re a real good man and that you are in good hands
But if the door is locked and outside there are boxes of your books and clothes
You can ask anybody why, ‘cause everybody knows
The light’s on at her place tonight, and everybody knows
SATISFIED
On a hill overlooking the town
We spent ten years looking down
Built a home, and let it fall to the ground
No love left inside
On the floor laid with our four hands
Stands the latest of your one-night stands
Remind her to water my plants
And keep them satisfied
After all of the ink has dried
After all of the tears are cried
After you undo the knot we tied
I hope you’re satisfied
I know the kids don’t want to be
In this cramped, damp apartment with me
They miss their friends and their cable TV
To keep them occupied
They say they’re really angry with you
Given time, they’ll likely hate me too
But there’s only so much I can do
To make them satisfied
After all of the ink has dried
After all of my tears have been cried
After you undo the knot we tied
I hope you’re satisfied
Divide all the times that we shared
Subtract acting like you cared
Add a dash of life’s not fair
Our troubles multiplied
No matter how we do the math
You always get the better half
I’d never seen our lawyer laugh
Instantly gratified
After all of the ink has dried
After all of the tears I cried
After you undo the knot we tied
I hope you’re satisfied
At the end of the day I can say I tried
To keep you satisfied
THE THERAPIST
I call with your appointment hoping you’ll pick up the phone
Trace the letters on your casefile when I work late alone
You sink into the sofa and you tell me you’re not sleeping
And you talk about your parents and the company that you’re not keeping
You tell me you’ve been dealing with anger and frustration
And you can’t feel if you’re healing and you stopped your medication
And all the while I’m thinking that a doctor should be selfless
I’m a shrink but I am shrinking, I should help but I am helpless
And we know that we can do this, and we’ve had this conversation
There’s a happy ending to this if we both have patience
But loneliness is vicious and I know that this is scary
And I can’t grant your wishes but I’ll be your one hour fairy
I chew on my pencil and you share your secret fears
We sit awhile in silence drawing blanks and moving nearer
For once there is no question we both know that this is wrong
But when therapy’s in session love is sixty minutes long
A moment’s hesitation at the pictures on my desk
A dozen pink carnations that were sent while they were fresh
And when we reach our conclusion I smooth my wrinkled skirt
And we book your next appointment and you button up your shirt
And we know we can’t undo this, and we’ve had this conversation
There must be an ending to this, we can’t both be patients
But loneliness is vicious and I know that this is scary
And I can’t grant your wishes but I’ll be your one hour fairy
TRANSMISSION
I have a heart in need of a traffic cop
Because it doesn’t know when to start or how to stop
I can hear the new noises it’s been making
It keeps on beating faster when it should be braking
My poor body is broken down and rusted
Ignoring all the signs I should have trusted
Taking one-way streets in wrong directions
With the windows down, littering affection
I can never let a good thing last
Slipping gears, driving way too fast
The same old parts in a new position
A stick shift heart with a bad transmission
On this trip I will take the driver’s side
You are strapped in shotgun for the ride
I don’t know why you put your faith in me
Distracted by the highway scenery
You don’t know all the roads I’ve chosen
The bridge between us is already frozen
They sing about it on the radio
Parking lots where the dark hearts go
Burning their rubber and squealing tires
Nighttime collisions and engine fires
I can never let a good thing last
Slipping gears, driving way too fast
The same old parts in a new position
A stick shift heart with a bad transmission
NOT THE ONE
To hold your hand through good times and the rough
To make you smile when the going gets too tough
To be there in the darkness when the hardest day is done
We both know that I am not the one
To be as sweet as icing on the cake
To erase the lines when you make a mistake
To fill your glass with gladness at the setting of the sun
We both know that I am not the one
I’m not the one you reach for in the night
She looks like me but the timing isn’t right
She's someone I’m not free to be
Who can love you unconditionally
Who can mend the damage done with a goodbye
I tried, but you know that I am not the one
When I met you I could tell you were a catch
And you didn't see the strings I had attached
We lit a fire while trying to hide a spark
Only we can see the ashes and where they left their mark
I’m not the one you reach for in the night
She looks like me but the timing isn’t right
She's someone I’m not free to be
Who can love you unconditionally
Who can mend the damage done with a goodbye
I tried, but you know that I am not the one
When another pretty girl catches your eye
When you’re ready to give love another try
Let her in and hold her, do the things we couldn’t do
And remind me that I’m not the one for you
I’m not the one you reach for in the night
She looks like me but the timing isn’t right
She's someone I’m not free to be
Who can love you unconditionally
Who can mend the damage done with a goodbye
I tried, but you know that I am not the one
ROTTEN APPLES
Another breaking day of more heartbreaking news
The legends on the a-list being asked to pay their dues
Brothers and sisters taking shit and abuse so we can be amused
Throwing sticks and stones breaking bones with dirty jokes
Fighting little fires with mirrors and smoke
They’ll still be cashing cheques even in the aftermath
Of us throwing all our babies out with the bath
Do we wipe the writing off the wall
And keep eating these rotten apples as they fall?
Another line is crossed every time somebody gets hurt
But the lines are all buried in industry dirt
Do we pull all of our punches to hang on to the hits
That we loved when we were kids
Or will we wipe the writing off the wall
And keep eating these rotten apples as they fall?
Will we listen, will we learn, lay down conditions and terms
Spit out all the poison, and get rid of the worms
Hollywood Boulevard’s got a lot of dead wood tonight
Snuff out the stars and turn out the lights
How low will we go for the sake of the show?
Will we give up what we feel for the sake of what we know
Or will we wipe the writing off the wall
And keep eating these rotten apples as they fall?
ONE-TRICK PONY
Once I was the apple of your eye
Though I couldn’t win your ribbon if I tried
Happy eating sugar from your hand
Didn’t feel the burning of your brand
It was easy to believe you really cared
The gentle touch, the way you’d brush my hair
Didn’t feel the saddle on my back
Didn’t hear the whip until it cracked
And I don’t know why I let you take the lead
Or why I thought you’d be a different breed
Now I know it was all for show
And you never needed me
So tonight this one-trick pony is running free
This old grey mare’s been carrying the load
And I’m tired of dragging baggage down the road
Maybe I’ve done everything I’m able
Go find some new ponies for your stable
'Cause the young ones can jump higher and run faster
Leave me here to grieve in greener pasture
With a lesson for the new ones that come ‘round
On the fate of pretty ponies when they go down
And I don’t know why I let you take the lead
Or why I thought you’d be a different breed
Now I know it was all for show and you never needed me
So tonight this one-trick pony is running free
Maybe it would kill you to be kinder
If you could see the damage through your blinders
Lose the race before you even start
You can mend your fences, but you can’t mend broken hearts
And I don’t know why I let you take the lead
Or why I thought you’d be a different breed
Now I know it was all for show and you never needed me
So tonight this one-trick pony is running free
AGE 38
It’s midnight on Sunday, I should be in bed
But I filled up my teacup, busy thoughts in my head
I’m not one for wasting my nights at the club
But there could be more than laundry, lunches, and Netflix, and a soak in the tub
I go to a spin class that I can’t afford
Changing gears, making up for the years that I spent doing chores
When you’re looking to date at age 38
Single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try to not spend this night alone
How can I compete with age 25?
I was almost in high school, when these girls weren’t even alive
It’s like watching a pageant of self-made beauty queens
Flawless and glossy, on the cover of Women’s Health Magazine
I look at my body, examine my scars
And I wonder if anyone out there still makes love in the dark
When you’re looking to date at age 38
Single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try not to spend this night alone
My little guy's sleeping in the bunk bed we built
My whole world wrapped up in a SpongeBob quilt
I say he’s my whole world but there might be space
For this newly-divorced dad from Newport with a kind smiling face
So I’ll send him a message, see if I break the ice
He likes long walks and movies, so we'll talk
A night out would be nice
When you’re looking to date, at age 38
A single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try not to spend this night alone
OTHER PEOPLE'S WIVES
You love to act, but I can’t act my age
And I’ve got no taste for curtains unless they’re hanging on a stage
I’ve got no mind for fashion and I don’t do my hair
I’m not the kind of girl inclined to care
I don’t know the names of garden flowers
And I don’t make good coffee,
I don’t have those superpowers
Dust and dishes settle ‘round our place
And your work shirts have more wrinkles than my face
I know I'm not like other people’s wives
With supper set to simmer as they work their 9-to-5
They don’t waste time writing songs about other people’s lives
I know I’m not like other people’s wives
I never feel I am where I should be
My woes and worries would be through if there were two of me
One to work out in the cold burying the dead
The other making love and baking bread
I know I'm not like other people’s wives
With supper set to simmer as they work their 9-to-5
They don’t waste time writing songs about other people’s lives
I know I’m not like other people’s wives
I can’t hold a mop and broom
While I play guitar down in the music room
Get the groceries, change the bed
No, I’m no use to you when there’s a song stuck in my head
Darling, I won’t blame you if you go
If you want to buy a ticket to another woman’s show
But before you do I ask one little thing
Just sit a while and smile when I sing
I know you’re not like other people’s men
Who only say I love you every now and then
Although there is no contest you’re still a perfect ten
I know you’re not like other people’s men
WINDMILL
I played my granddad's old guitar when no one was around
I studied Chet and tried to get close to that gentle sound
The piano keys were company in a world of black and white
Broadway shows and Billy Joel in the glow of basement light
Over time the tunes and rhymes became my greatest joys
Felt I belonged in the world of songs
Making stories and making noise
I get to spend my time with friends spread all across the land
Who helped me write, way late at night, and welcomed me into the band
When you find the thing that makes you sing and gets you out of bed
That takes away cares of the day and leaves a song instead
Give up the race, find dreams to chase and follow where they lead
Don’t waste your time waiting like a windmill for the breeze
Noah waited forty days, it took me forty years
To find the courage and the words for the music in my ears
No one’s getting younger, but it’s not too late to start
If you can find a beat that moves your feet and lines up with your heart
When you find the thing that makes you sing and gets you out of bed
That wipes away cares of the day and leaves a song instead
Give up the race, find dreams to chase, and follow where they lead
Don’t waste your time waiting like a windmill for the breeze