Disc One

  1. A Song of You
  2. To A Maddening Ghost
  3. Wagoner’s Lad
  4. Living in Quiet Desperation
  5. Mad World
  6. Twenty Years to Life
  7. Mother’s Little Helper
  8. Comfort’s Sigh
  9. My Mama’s Hands

 

Disc Two

  1. Birdhouse
  2. Two Days Today
  3. Learn You Like a Book
  4. Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?
  5. Stupid Love
  6. Good
  7. Enuf
  8. Always a Saint
  9. Little Bird of Anger
  10. This Too Will Pass
  11. Your Reward

Released June 20, 2006 | Sleeveless

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Created with the listener in mind — to let you inside Sara’s mind. Choose your mood, and choose your disc.

Disc One contains songs of universal woe and quiet lament in conjunction with womankind: from depression, addiction, domestic violence, murder, insomnia, Sara’s family ties to President John and Abigail Adams, a mother’s hands, and finding faith in one’s own song.

Disc Two is a woman’s heart, bright and sparkling, with undercurrents of frustration and wanting: returning to the joys of love, sex, hope, saints, children, little birds and the garden.

Liner Notes

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DISC ONE: THE MIRROR (OF DESPAIR)

A SONG OF YOU words & music by Sara Hickman and David Batteau (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Highways of Sound/ASCAP)

TO A MADDENING GHOST words and music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

WAGONER’S LAD traditional

LIVING IN QUIET DESPERATION words by Sara Hickman, music by Sara Hickman and Eddy Hobizal (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & EJHMusic/ASCAP)

MAD WORLD words & music by Roland Orzabel (Chrysalis Music Pub./BMI)

TWENTY YEARS TO LIFE words & music by Tricia Mitchell & Monte Warden (Ponderin’ Peaches Pub./BMI & Moonkiss Music/BMI)

MOTHER’S LITTLE HELPER words & music by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards (ABKCO Music/BMI)

COMFORT’S SIGH words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

MY MAMA’S HANDS words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

DISC TWO: THE THREAD (OF HAPPINESS)

BIRDHOUSE* words & music by Sara Hickman & David Batteau (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Highways of Sound/ASCAP)

TWO DAYS TODAY words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

LEARN YOU LIKE A BOOK words & music by Colin Boyd and Tricia Mitchell (White Headed Fly Music/BMI & Ponderin’ Peaches Pub./BMI)

ARE WE EVER GONNA HAVE SEX AGAIN? words & music by Amy Rigby & Sherry Rich (Songs of Welk/Lympia Music/BMI & Yak Yak Music/Pandora Mink Music/SESAC)

STUPID LOVEwords & music by Sara Hickman & Phil Parlapiano (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Parlapiano Music/BMI)

GOOD words & music by Amy Meyers (Cheshire Cat Club Music/ASCAP)

ENUFwords & music by Mark Addison and Nina Singh (Ba Doom Poom/Artifact/Almo/On-Base Music/ASCAP)

ALWAYS A SAINT words and music by Paul Hudson (Hop-Little Music/BMI)

LITTLE BIRD OF ANGER words & music by Bob Ackerman (Made in Texas Music Pub./ASCAP)

THIS TOO WILL PASS words & music by Peter Himmelman (WB Music Corp./ASCAP)

YOUR REWARD words & music by Dan Cohen (Thunderbunny Music/BMI)


Produced & Arranged with great love and care by Sara Hickman
Executively Produced by Paul and Joan Hudson, Liz and Duff Stewart, Gene Cowan, Judy Wisch and Sara Hickman
* Produced by Paul Fox
† Produced by Phil Parlapiano
‡ Produced by Courtney Audain

Shawn Colvin appears courtesy of Nonesuch Records.
Ruthie Foster appears courtesy of Blue Corn Music.
Jimmy LaFave appears courtesy of Red House Records.
Kelly Willis appears courtesy of Rykodisc.
Courtney Audain appears courtesy of Coinhead.

Recorded at Congress House Studios, Austin, TX (except where noted)
Engineered by Mark Hallman, Marty Lester and Ned Stewart
This album was mixed by Mark Hallman
Mixed where noted by Marty Lester

Lyrics and Samples

A Song of You
Acoustic Guitar: David Batteau
Drum Loop: Joe McDermott
Padding, Cello: Eddy Hobizal
Harmony: Sara
Drum loop, guitar and vocals recorded at Joe McDermott’s studio, Austin
Everything else recorded and mixed with Mark Hallman at Congress House

This song was inspired by the letters of John and Abigail Adams, who just happen to be Sara’s great, great, great, etc. grandparents.

Here in this damp, unfinished room
Searching for signs of things to come
Here in the heart of an empty home
I remember you

And there is no picture on this wall
There are no voices down the hall
There are no memories at all
Where I remember you

Under this roof
Under this sign
Beneath the weight
Of starry skies
Beneath the cover of the night
I remember you

A red-wing blackbird calling spring
our dreams are forged in everything
The clouds will part, the sun will sing
A song of you

Under this roof
Under this sign
Beneath the weight
Of starry skies
Beneath the cover of the night
I remember you

Distant bells
An ancient arrow
Time casts a shadow
Beneath a halo
Between the heartbeats
Early to bed, early to rise
Oh, a love lived so well

Under this roof
Under this sign
Beneath the weight
Of starry skies
Beneath the cover of this night
I remember this roof
Under this sign
Beneath the weight
Of starry skies
Beneath the cover of this night
I remember you


To a Maddening Ghost
Acoustic guitar: Sara
Electric guitar: David Grissom
Harmony: Sara
Strings: Tosca
Strings Arranged by Will Taylor

I haven’t slept in seven years
I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to dream
But I know I used to close my eyes
And drift off into deep blue skies
At least that’s what I do remember

Perhaps no more than most
There is a voice inside my head
Crawling into bed with me
And as she whiles away the time
That, once, was rightfully mine
I’ve begun to play host
To a maddening ghost

Each night I lay me down to sleep
The Lord my soul I pray to keep
But as He watches over everyone
My night has only just begun
Staring, at the ceiling
As I wander this forsaken land
Wishing I could understand
How to shut my mind and just let go
But as soon as she arrives
I’m forced to raise a toast…
To this maddening ghost

Please let me rest in peace
I’m dying to rest…in…peace

The earth has no choice but to woo the sun
And, so, my problem seems like such a small one
But when each day is said and done
The earth and I have one thing in common:
We’re both running in circles
Tonight I’m thankful for all we are
No distant dreams or wishes on a dying star
And as soon as she arrives
I will not let her close…
Ah…
This maddening ghost…


Wagoner’s Lad
Acoustic Guitar: Sara
Percussion: Michael Longoria
Harmonies: Sara
(Additional lyrics by Sara)

Oh hard is the fortune….Of all womankind..
They’re always controlled…they’re always confined
Controlled by their parents….until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands
The rest of their lives

Oh I’m just a poor girl…My fortune is sad
I’ve always been courted by the wagoner’s lad
He’s courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away

Your parents don’t like me…because I am poor
They say I’m not worthy…of entering your door
I work for my living…my money’s my own
And if they don’t like me….they can leave me alone

My wagon needs greasing….My hip meant to bend
Come lay down beside me…as long as you can
My wagon is greasy…your whip’s in my hand
So hang on my darling…we’ll do as we’ve planned

My horses are hungry…go feed them on hay
Come sit down beside me….my darling…as long as you may
My horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay
So fair thee well, darling….I’m going away

Oh hard is the fortune…of all womankind
They’re always controlled they’re always confined
Controlled by their parents…until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands …. the rest of their lives


Living in Quiet Desperation
Piano: Eddy Hobizal
Bass: Glenn Fukunaga
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Electric Guitar (driving): Mitch Watkins
Electric Guitar (driving and lead): David Grissom
Harmonies: Sara
Mixed by Marty Lester

Wake up each morning and I take up my day
Make the bed to tuck my feelings away
I smell the coffee, search for what I can say
To you…

I kiss the children as I’m brushing their hair
I can’t seem to find my left shoe
The dog pissed the floor, I don’t know how much more
I can take with all that I’ve left to do…

Now I’m living in quiet desperation
I’m living in somebody else’s dream
I’m living a life of wanting something
That I can’t even seem to believe

I try my hardest to be too many people
Too many people want me to be
But the truth is a bubble, taking up room
If I could pop it maybe then I could breathe…

Then there’s the love that we promised… I see it… it’s torn apart at the seams
No one took the time to teach me how to sew… no one’s as mean to me as me….

Now I’m living in quiet desperation
I’m living in somebody else’s dream
I’m living a life of wanting something
That I can’t even seem to believe

You’re looking in my eyes… do you see me waving back inside?
This isn’t how it all has to be
But the laughter hides tears
That can’t soothe a soul
That feels it is losing the best of it’s years….

Now I’m living in quiet desperation
I’m living in somebody else’s dream
I’m living a life of wanting something
That I can’t even seem to believe


Mad World
Piano: Eddy Hobizal
Bass, Acoustic Guitars, Acoustic Lead : Robert McIntee
Electric Guitar (melody): Mitch Watkins
Electric Guitar (swells and solo): David Grissom
Little Girl: Lily
Keening: Gretchen Phillips
Sound Effects: Borrowed from real life

As featured on “Vampire Diaries”

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very

Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Want to feel the way every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen

I went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what’s my lesson?
Looked right through me
She looked right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very

Mad world
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very

Mad world
Sad world
Mad girl
Mad world


Twenty Years to Life
Chain: Michael Longoria
Acoustic Guitar: Sara
Mandolin effect: Mark Hallman
Accordian: Chip Dolan
Harmony: Kelly Willis

My name is Dorothy Hanson, number 36425
I sit here in my prison cell for twenty years to life
For twenty years I loved a man with a temper like a gun
Sometimes I wasn’t good enough, some days his only one

I made his house a home for us
I stood to take his blows
And I pray we’ll meet in heaven, but only Jesus knows
I’ve had eleven busted ribs and scars and sprains that you can’t see
A dentist put a bridge in where my front teeth used to be

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out

Every once in awhile he used to turn on all his charms
He’d tell me, “Dottie, you’re my angel,” then he’d rock me in his arms
I seek the good in everyone, I do the best I can
It got to where I couldn’t find much goodness in that man

They asked me why I stayed with him
But they couldn’t sympathize
They never felt the straw that broke my back a thousand times
I dreamed last night I put a dozen roses on his grave
And God gave me forgiveness for the heart I couldn’t save

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out
I’ll just sit and pray and maybe God can help me sort it out


Mother’s Little Helper
Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Strings: Tosca
String Arrangement: Danny Levin
Harmony: Sara
Mixed by Marty Lester

“Kids are different today”… I hear every mother say….
“Mother needs something to help to calm her down…”
And though she’s not really ill… there’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way… gets her through her busy day

Things are different today… I hear every mother say
Cooking fresh food for her husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake… and defrosts her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way… gets her through her busy day

Doctor, please… some more of these… outside the door
She took four more…. What a drag it is getting old….

Men just aren’t the same today
I hear every mother say… They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
It’s so hard to satisfy
You can tranquilize your mind… So, go running for the shelter
Of a mother’s little helper
And it gets you through the night… gets you through your desperate plight

Doctor, please…. some more of these
Outside the door… she took four more
What a drag it is getting old

Life’s just much too hard today… I hear every mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those
You will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
They just help you on your way
Get you through your busy, dying day


Comfort’s Sigh
Acoustic Guitars: Sara Hickman and Mitch Watkins
Baritone Guitar: Mitch Watkins
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Peruvian Flute: Eddy Hobizal
Harmony: Sara

I must have faith…in my own journey
I must believe that I belong
Though I am weary…and feel forgotten
I’ll find the strength in my own song
I see the sorrow of my yesterday…I read tomorrow’s front page news
I hear a heartbeat long ago and bittersweet…it’s a glass slipper I’ll never lose
I must have faith in my own journey
I must believe that I belong
Though I am weary…and feel forgotten
I’ll find the strength in my own song
There is a shadow over your shoulder ….
Oh, I can witness…for I’ve had one, too…
The lonely anguish…the flicker of anger
So many questions…of what to do
I must have faith in my own journey…I must believe that I belong
Though I am weary…and feel forgotten…I’ll find the strength in my own song

Many the stranger…standing at the window
Watching the street…eyes in the rain
Behind this curtain I’ve watched my dreams die
Waiting for a lover’s hand…and comfort’s sigh
I must have faith in my own journey
I must believe that I belong
Though I am weary and feel forgotten
I’ll find the strength in my own song
I’ll find the strength to carry on….


My Mama’s Hands
Acoustic Guitar: Sara
Piano: Eddy Hobizal
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Enoesque guitar: Mitch Watkins
Electric Guitar: David Grissom
Harmony: Kelly Willis

“God has a plan,”
She told me as she held me, oh, so tight
“And I’ll be there,” she said, “When you get scared
Just call out in the night…
Maybe there’ll be times
You won’t understand
But just reach up you’ll find your mama’s hands…”

And the time just flew
Until I grew to be a child so wild and free
Before I knew it
I was grown
and living out here on my own
Everything I’d been
Everything I’d been shown
I’d first seen it through my mama’s hands

“These are not goodbyes
But a moment’s hesitation
Look into my eyes, I promise we’ll meet again…”
These were the words I heard as I held my mama’s hands

Of everything….there’s no greater joy than the love
A child can bring
I watch her grow
And she turns to me whenever she’s not sure
I don’t know all the answers
But I do the best I can
I’ve come to see
I’ve got my mama’s hands

“These are not goodbyes
But a moment’s hesitation
Look into my eyes, I promise we’ll meet again…”
These were the words I said as I held
My daughter’s hands…

The page is turning
Now the memories are burning in my mind
No one will know
All the stories I’m bound to leave behind
I’ve got to return
To where my life began
But when you look down
You’ll see your mama’s hands


Birdhouse
Produced by Paul Fox, engineered & mixed by Ed Thacker
Acoustic guitar: Sara Hickman
Electric guitar: Adrian Belew
Bass: Tony Levin
Drums: Jerry Marotta
Piano: David Sancious
Vocals: Sara, David, Adrian, Paul and Franne Fox
Harmonies: Sara
Recorded at Bearsville Studio, Bearsville, NY

He ruffles his feathers
He whistles and caws
This April in Texas
In Sara’s backyard

Sweet Sara, his starling
He struts and he stares
Dark wings of salvation
Beating the air

His eyes full of wishes
He’s freed from the cage
She preens for love’s favor
The treetops her stage

So blessed the treetops
Who gather these ghosts
These heartbeats from heaven
These flickering hosts

All that we’ve forgotten
We’ve become machines…
Turning to the garden
To dream…

Through birdland
They tumble
With wild dreams like weeds
They spread through the garden
When love comes to seed

All that we’ve forgotten
We’ve become machines…
Returning to the garden
To dream…


Two Days Today
Electric guitar: Sara Hickman
Acoustic guitar: Mitch Watkins
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
Trombone: Jon Blondell
Sax: John Mills
Horns arranged by: John Mills
Harmony: Shawn Colvin
Mixed by Marty Lester

The lyrics to this song were originally written as an entry on Zen La La, Sara’s blog.

No one knows for certain
What’s behind the curtain of
Their dreams
We question
We ponder
We yodel and we wonder
Is life everything it seems

You’re thinking, you’re
driving, I
warned you
You shouldn’t ever think and drive
Still you mix it up inside
Letting your spirit run and hide
But look now we’ve arrived

And I’m tripping, I’m
Falling, I’m
Hearing you, your voice
You’re calling
I’m laughing, I’m
Sleeping, I’m
Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
Feels like two days today

One day ending
One day beginning
Spinning
Always shining
Hopping
Skipping left to right
Day to night
Two wrongs sometimes make everything seem
Alright

Yes, today’s still today
Tomorrow never really comes
You wrestle with the demons
Squeeze the sugar from the lemons
When there’s still too much to be undone

And I’m tripping, I’m
Falling, I’m
Hearing you, your voice
You’re calling
I’m laughing, I’m
Sleeping, I’m
Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
Feels like two days today

Do you whistle while you work
Do you ever feel the jerk
Do you ever want to run outside?
Do you need to take a break
Shake your attic of mistakes
Let your fingers do the walking
Let ’em slide?

See the clouds overhead
Jumpin’ naked on your bed
It’s your body, let it breathe
Let it move, let it be
Let it fly

And I’m tripping, I’m
Falling, I’m
Hearing you, your voice
You’re calling
I’m laughing, I’m
Sleeping, I’m
Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
Feels like two days…

I’m tripping, I’m
Falling, I’m
Hearing you, your voice
You’re calling
I’m laughing, I’m
Sleeping, I’m
Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
Feels like two days today


Learn You Like a Book
Acoustic Guitar: Sara
Electric Guitar: Mitch Watkins
Slide Guitar: David Grissom
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Bazouki: Mark Hallman
Male Voice: Colin Boyd
Harmony: Sara
Claps: Sara and Mark

Tell me where you moved to long ago
after Omaha
I know you’ve probably told me once before
I guess I forgot
Let me see the words form in your mind
I won’t make a sound
I just want to watch them where they fall
I want to take another look
I want to learn you like a book

Tell me about the places where you lived
And the friends you made
And how’d you get that scar above your eyes
In the second grade?
When you look into the mirror now
Can you find the words?
I don’t mind the silence in between
It’s understood… I want to learn you like a book

Turn the page
We both have the time
I’ll read every line

I can only tell what’s on your mind
If you talk to me
I only want to get as close to you… as you’ll let me be
And we’re not trying to build the pyramids
It’s not surgery
We’re the only ones who’ll ever know
All the time it took
I want to learn you like a book


Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?
Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
Upright Bass: Mark Rubin
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Electric Guitar: Robert McIntee
Yelling: Sara “Appalachian” Hickman
Mixed by Marty Lester

Life’s become a great big list
Of things to do and buy and fix
At night we pass out before ten
Are we ever gonna have sex again?

I looked for your id today
Seein’ as it had gone away
Well, it ain’t been used since who knows when
Are we ever gonna have sex again?

We used to be
Triple-X rated
Look at us now
We’re so domesticated
Don’tcha hate it?

Whatever happened to babe and stud?
Too much KFC and Bud
I’ll shout it out into the wind
Are we ever gonna have sex again?

Come here baby and scratch my itch
Or I’ll show you one mean ass bitch
‘Cos I’m so tired of acting zen
Are we ever gonna have sex again?

Screw “making love”
It’s way too ambitious
Let’s get down on the rug
After you finish the dishes

Not now, hon, the eggs are fryin’
But you get extra points for tryin’
Maybe I can squeeze you in
Between the PTA and CNN

Are we ever gonna have sex again?
Don’t make me go to other men
Are we ever gonna have sex…
again?


Stupid Love
Produced by Phil Parlapiano
Bass: Bill Bonk
Drums: Scott Babcock
Accordian, Guitars, Pianos: Phil Parlapiano
Harmony: Sara
Recorded at Phil Parlapiano’s in L.A.

I’m standing on a corner
By a building that looks
Like an old Sears that just blew up
You just finished yelling
Nothing’s making sense
And I feel like what the cat coughed up
Oh, I hate to leave
But when push comes to shove
Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

Oh, you took all my clothes
And you threw them in the rain
When I came home I had nothing to wear
Oh, the next day at work
God, I felt like a jerk
I was naked and my boss just stared
Oh, I hate to leave
But when push comes to shove
Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

Love descends on you from above
Never know when it will arrive
And sometimes you think
It’s gonna eat you alive
Stupid love…
Stupid love… Stupid love…
Stupid love
Yeah, you throw it away but it comes back to stay
What was I thinking of?
Stupid love

Well, I know that I love you
And you say you love me too
But sometimes I just don’t know what to do
‘Cause we’re fighting all the time
Over stupid odds and ends
Then we make love and make up as friends
Oh, I hate to leave
But when push comes to shove
Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

Love descends on you from above
Never know when it will arrive
And sometimes you think
It’s gonna eat you alive
Stupid love…
Stupid love… Stupid love…
Stupid love
Oh, you throw it away but it comes back to stay
What was I thinking of?
Stupid love


Good
Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
Bass: Glenn Fukunaga
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Keys: Eddy Hobizal
Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
Trombone: Jon Blondell
Sax: John Mills
Horn Arrangement: John Mills
Backing Vocals: Gretchen Phillips, Ruthie Foster, Sara

I know… I try to do too much… some days
Sometimes… I think I cannot be enough for you
And I know what I’ve got… I really do
And you know I won’t walk out on you … no

And I think it’s good just how it is
Yeah, yeah…
I think it’s good just how it is
Yeah, yeah yea yea…

I am already 35 … I know it’s not old
Why can’t I just let go of all these things that… stop me?
And I know … it’s all just in my head
And then… you talk me through it

And I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea yea yea
I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea…. yea yea…

And I’m trying to be the best for you
But tied to all these things I gotta do
And you see it, but you don’t ask for more
You just take me as I am

Sometimes I am black and you are white… we’re distant
Sometimes… when I don’t know what to say, you say it
And I’m asking a lot when I don’t always give
But you see me through it

And I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea yea yea
I think it’s good just how it is…

Not out there looking… for nobody else
I’m not out there looking… for nobody else
I am not out there lookin… for nobody else
I’m not out there lookin

Not out there looking…. cuz it’s good
Not out there looking… cuz it’s good


Enuf
Produced by Courtney Audain

Well, my mama said as she was standing at the stove
Gotta put in a little, and then some more
Ya wanna make sure that it ain’t too bland… I was twelve and I didn’t understand

Enough is never enough… enough is never enough

Well, I left home and got my freedom… Moved to Hollywood and I started dealing
I had to pay the rent, I had to pay to play, I had to pay the price for what I had to say

I hung out for a while or so… I got married to a guy named Joe
He worked in the movies, he worked on the side… He worked his way
Right outta my life… he said:
“Girl, you don’t know nothing about success… Gotta pay for my Mercedes for they repossess it… alimony, palimony, girl, it ain’t funny… if ya wanna be a player, well, ya gotta have money…”
Enough is never enough… enough is never enough

Then my mama died, about a year ago
and where I’m going now, well, I don’t know
But I was by her side when she said to me
Girl, ya got everything that you need don’t believe:

Enough is never enough… enough is never enough


Always a Saint
Have you ever known someone who made the most of their life
Someone who was always true
Someone who shared a little grace with this world
Someone who means the world to you

Do you know someone who is everywhere at once
Always right there beside you
Someone who guides every step that you take
Someone who means the world to you

She’ll always be a saint to me
A saint for all eternity
If you know her, you know what I mean
Always a saint to me
Always a saint to me

Have you ever known someone who made you feel so warm
Someone who loved you through and through
Someone who always had a glow in their eyes
Someone who means the world to you

She’ll always be a saint to me
A saint for all eternity
If you know her, you know what I mean
Always a saint to me

Do you know someone who’ll always be there
Been there right from the start
Someone who’s all you’d ever hope to be
Someone so dear to your heart

Have you ever known someone who made the most of their life
Someone who means the world to you

She’ll always be a saint to me
A saint for all eternity
If you know her, you know what I mean
Always a saint to me
Always a saint to me
Always a saint to me


Little Bird of Anger
Acoustic Guitars: Sara and Mitch Watkins
Upright Bass: Mark Rubin
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Banjo: Eddie Collins
Fiddle: Danny Levin
Little Girl singer: Lily
Choir: Teresa Travis, Mary Law, Steve Hopkins, Cat Reynolds, Paul Hudson, Steve Carter and Mina Carter
Bird Sounds: iolana
Mixed by Marty Lester

fly away, fly away, fly away
fly away, fly away, fly away

little bird of anger fly away…little bird of anger fly away
little bird of anger, there’s a plane out in the hangar
little bird of anger fly away

fly away, fly away, fly away….fly away, fly away, fly away… fly away, fly away, fly away
little bird of sorrow fly away….little bird of sorrow fly away
little bird of sorrow if you’re leaving here tomorrow
i’ve got a suitcase you can borrow
little bird of sorrow fly away

fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away
little bird of sadness fly away…little bird of sadness fly away
little bird of sadness leave me only joy and gladness
little bird of sadness fly away
fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away…

little bird of laughter fly my way…little bird of laughter fly my way
in the happy ever after we’ll be singin in the rafters
little bird of laughter fly my way
fly my way, fly my way, fly my way
fly my way, fly my way, fly my way…fly my way, fly my way, fly my waaaaaaaay!


This Too Will Pass
Acoustic Guitar: Sara
Electric Guitars: Mitch Watkins, David Grissom
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
B3: Eddy Hobizal
Tamborine: Michael Longoria
Male Vocal: Jimmy La Fave
Harmonies: Sara

Like the river flows
Like the east wind blows
You’re gonna find your situation
Changing for the better

Like the melting snow
Just let your troubles go
And you and I will get through this
together

Some days seem to drag on forever
You need all your strength
Just to keep your head together
Soon you’ll see
Things are gonna get better at last
‘Cause this too will pass
This too will pass

Oh, like a sprouting seed
You’ll grow through this weed
And the things that bring you grief
Will be forgotten

Like an hour glass
This too will pass
And what’s hard as rock
Will soon be soft as
Cotton

Some days seem to drag on forever
You need all your strength
Just to keep your head together
Soon you’ll see
Things are gonna get better at last
Oh, this too will pass
This too will pass

You feel like you’ve been chosen
To be frozen in time
Oh, your body is exhausted
You feel like you’re losing your mind

Oh, but these eyes, they see
That you’re nearly free
If you can hang on a little longer
I swear you will see it too

Well, a prophet I ain’t
Oh, I’m no mystic or saint
But I promise you, my angel
I will see you through

Some days seem to drag on forever
You need all your strength
Just to keep your head together
Soon you’ll see
Things are gonna get better at last
Oh, this too will pass
This too will pass


Your Reward
Piano: Eddy Hobizal
Bass: Steve Zirkel
Drums: Brad Evilsizer
Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
Trombone: Jon Blondell
Sax: John Mills
Choir: Gretchen Phillips, Ruthie Foster, Sara
Harmony: Sara
Claps: Gretchen, Ruthie, Sara

This is your reward
Spit up on the floor at four in the morning
This is your reward
The chord that fits the text
This is your reward
A bite in every apple, a nick in every door
This is your reward
What will the kids trash next?
You’ve had your last warning…you heard what I said
You’ve gotta get up in the morning…so you’re going to bed
This is your reward…you tend to miss the fire for the heat
This is your reward..
His hand…
Her heartbeat….