Lyrics

1. The Heart Will Buzz

Well you make me want to sing  
And I didn’t want to sing no more 
Thought that I had sealed the door 
On that broken room 
‘Cause what good can that bring? 
No I don’t want to live dirt poor 
No I can’t do that no more 
And I’m not jumpin’ through rings
 
Look at that sky 
It’s opening up like me 
Way up above the canopy 
You can see for miles 
And miles away 
I see a little light from here 
A glowing in the atmosphere 
Something’s going to change   

That’s the sound I’m dreaming of 
Humming in the clouds above 
It will find its way because 
I always does , the heart will buzz   

Well you make me want to run 
To all the places I don’t know 
Small corners and the big shadows 
That hold me at night 
And I thought that I was done 
But I’ve got a little fight left yet 
A few surprises for the movie set 
I’m rewriting this scene   

That’s the sound I’m dreaming of 
Humming in the clouds above 
It will find its way because 
It always does, the heart will buzz

Can you find your own home? 
And if you saw it, would you know it? 
And I don’t mind, if you don’t own it 
But if you feel it, go ahead and show it 
 
That’s the sound I’m dreaming of 
Humming in the clouds above 
It will find its way to us  it always does, the heart… 

Written by: Brian MacMillan 
Brian MacMillan - Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Keys
Sheila Carabine - Vocals, Tambourine
Drew Jurecka - Strings
Amanda Walther - Harmonies
Tim Watson - Harmonies

2. Time   

I was moving through the dark 
I was looking to bum a light 
The end of days are near 
And it’s gonna be a long, long night 
And if the love you have is clear 
Then you better keep it in sight 
I don’t wanna lose it now that it’s here 
I don’t wanna hold on too tight

Time, nothing but time
All we need’s a little time
Time, nothing but time
All we need’s a little more time

I woke up in a daze
How long was I asleep?
Nothing looked the same
There was nothing much left of me
And the kids are calling a name
That I haven’t heard before
I was holding out my plate
Baby can I get a little bit more?

Time, nothing but time
All we need’s a little time
Time, nothing but time
All we need’s a little more time

Oh, and I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know
Oh, I don’t wanna know
But how will I know
When it’s time, to go?

I put on my coat
And I left without my hat
The party was roaring inside
And I closed the door on all that
And I know I’m on my way
As I whistle down the street
Just a shadow left of the light
Just an echo left of me

Time, nothing but time
All we need’s a little time
Time, nothing but tim
All we need’s a little more time

Written by: Brian MacMillan and Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Lap Steel, Mandolin, Organ, Drums, Percussion
Sheila: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Bret Higgins: Upright Bass

3. Oh Darlin’ Don’t You Know

Oh darlin’ don’t you know
I have walked with you a while
I have seen what makes you worry
I have seen what makes you smile
And when it’s hard to count your blessings
Don’t forget the world counts you
And you’ll be fine and you’ll be home,
and you’ll be true

When the grass is gettin’ high
And the light is gettin’ low
Leave a poem on the table
Leave a flower in a bowl
Keep your eyes on the horizon
And I’ll be looking back at you
And you’ll be fine, and you’ll be home,
and you’ll be true

Oh darlin’ don’t you know
I have walked with you a while
I have seen what makes you worry
I have seen what makes you smile
And when it’s hard to count your blessings
Don’t forget the world counts you
And you’ll be fine and you’ll be home,
and you’ll be true

I can hear the birds, I can hear the breeze
I can hear my heart, finally
I wanna hear you sing, every sunny day
And when the clouds roll in
I wanna hear you say

Oh darlin’ don’t you know
I have walked with you a while
I have seen what makes you worry
I have seen what makes you smile
And when it’s hard to count your blessings
Don’t forget the world counts you
And you’ll be fine, and you’ll be home,
and you’ll be true

Written by: Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin,
Sheila Carabine: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

4. Never Enough

Late at night, long black road,
lonely voice, radio
Windshield like a picture show
flashing in the headlight glow
Early rising, punch the clock
Take my place, among the flock
If I get lost, the neighbours talk
Time is just a thing we hock

Oh, there’s never enough
Oh, there’s never enough

Looking up into the stars
Laying on the roof of your car
All that light just seems so far
There’s no light left where we are
Tossing turning, lay in bed
Fighting off the day ahead
Work to do, mouths to be fed
All this racket in my head

Oh, there’s never enough
Oh, there’s never enough

Standing close, warm wind blow
Out ahead, the city glow
Oh I wanna let that go,
I wish that I could let that go
Long way home, windows down
Empty streets, the edge of town
All is still there is no sound
Following the moon around

Oh, there’s never enough
Oh, there’s never enough, never enough

Written by: Brian MacMillan
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Keys
Sheila Carabine: Vocals

5. Kennedy

Oo I wanna feel like I did before
When we were seventeen in your brother’s car
Driving in the dark down Kennedy
Hiding from the kids we used to be 

I remember trying to get to the end of the day before it began
I remember dying to go without every feeling, every doubt
Looking for the beauty in the bone, looking for the answers, on the phone
I didn’t see, that I was free, that there was no one looking down, no one watching me

Oo, I wanna feel like I did before
When we were seventeen, in your brother’s car
Driving in the dark down Kennedy
Hiding from the kids we used to be
Lying to my mother, lying to my father
But I wasn’t fooling anyone,  but me

I remember waking from a dream, feeling the wildness creeping in
I remember following the sound, moving within me, moving without
Looking for the way to be alone, looking for the way to get back home
I didn’t see, that I was free, that there was no one looking down, no one stopping me

Oo, I wanna feel like I did before
When we were seventeen, in your brother’s car
Driving in the dark down Kennedy
Hiding from the kids we used to be
Lying to your mother, lying to your father
But you weren’t fooling anyone

So many faces I have seen  - In the mirror
So many places I will return to forever
And if we’re not together
And if it’s for the better
Then why do I remember?
Give me the ache, give me the dark
Give me the song, that knows me by heart
Give me your hand, give me a sign
Give me a chance, to know I’m alive
Give me the ache, give me the dark
Give me the song, that knows me by heart
Give me your hand, give me a sign
Give me a chance to know that I’m , really alive

Oo, I wanna feel like I did before
When we were seventeen, in your brother’s car
Driving in the dark down Kennedy
Hiding from the kids we used to be
Lying to our mothers, lying to our fathers
But we weren’t fooling anyone

Written by: Brian MacMillan and Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Bass, Drums, Percussion
Sheila Carabine: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

6. Release Me

Oh when the rains fall down
Filling up the thirsty ground
All the diamonds to be found
Are shrinking in the morning sun
The brightest flowers grow in the blackest mud
Flash of colour then a heavy thud
But tell me baby in your blood
Do you still want to see me?

Before we talk this thing to death
I just might need a little breath
There was a time we used to breathe, together

So please release me
Please release me, please release me
You don’t have to please me, anymore

Time moves at a different pace
When you finally bow out of that race
All the things we’ll never taste down at the finish line
I know the world had its way with you
It had its way with me too
There’s not much picking left to do
The bone is clean is shiny

Before we talk this thing to death
I just might need a little breath
There was a time we used to breathe, together

So please release me
Please release me, please release me
You don’t have to please me, anymore

Witten by: Brian MacMillan
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Bass, Keys,
Sheila Carabine: Vocals

7. Born Grieving

How can it be? My mother asks
When I was your age I didn’t live in the past
I got on a plane and I never looked back
I saw my future in the eyes of your Dad

Why can’t you be like that?
Why can’t you feel like that?

‘Cause I was born grieving, all of my seasons
Came to me, when I was three
I was born grieving, no other feeling
Felt so real to me But oh, to be free

How can it be? My lover asks
When we were alone felt like home at last
I made you cry, you made me laugh
I saw a future, now it’s fading to black

Why can’t you be like that?
Why can’t you feel like that?

Cause I was born grieving, all of my seasons
Came to me, when I was three
I was born grieving, no other feeling
Felt so real to me But oh, to be free

Written by: Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Music Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keys
Sheila Carabine: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

8. Freshen Up

Light is bleeding in through all the cracks I thought I’d sealed
Light is bleeding in and all the cobwebs are revealed
It’s time to freshen up the places that we go to hide
It’s time to freshen up, to freshen up the place we live inside

Light is streaming down it’s all around it’s in my skin
sweep up all those yesterdays and drop them in the bin
It’s time to freshen up the places that we go to hide
It’s time to freshen up to freshen up the place we live inside

So do what you want if you want to do something - Do what you want right now
So do what you want if you want to do something - Do what you want right now
You can do it now

Time is streaming in it’s streaming right in through my face
All the things I’m holding onto take up so much space
It’s time to freshen up the places right behind my eyes
It’s time to freshen up, to freshen up the place we live inside

So do what you want if you want to do something - Do what you want right now
So do what you want if you want to do something - Do what you want right now
You can do it now

Big city runaround is putting tired in my bones
Big city runaround is filling both my socks with stones
It’s time to freshen up the places that we go to hide
It’s time to freshen up to freshen up the place we live inside

So do what you want if you want to do something
Do what you want right now
Do what you want if you want to do something
So do what you want if you want to do something
Do what you want right now
You can do it now

Written by: Brian MacMillan
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Keys
Sheila Carabine: Vocals

9. I Can’t Recall

I can’t recall
The colour of your eyes
I can’t recall, no I can’t recall
Even though I’ve looked at them
A thousand endless nights
No I can’t recall, I can’t recall

Yes there was a time we were fire burning through
Now I can’t remember, a single thing we used to do
Maybe I just dreamed it, the way I reached for you

I can’t recall
The way I used to feel
I can’t recall, no I can’t recall
Way back down a long road,
it was something real
I can’t recall, no I can’t recall

Yes there was a time we were open as the sky
Lighting up the darkness, asleep behind my eyes
Did we finally know what’s sacred
Right before goodbye?

I can’t recall - I can’t recall - I can’t recall

I can’t recall,
who I used to be
No I can’t recall, I can’t recall
Who I used to dream about,
before you looked at me
No I can’t recall, I can’t recall

Yes there was a time when my time was just my own
All the lonely streets I walked, just looking for a home
Did we ever get there, will we ever know?

Written by: Brian MacMillan and Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Keys, Percussion
Sheila Carabine: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

10. Job Song

Well I’ve never been afraid to work
Never want to be a broke down jerk
Never want just take up space
Keep a job, keep a smile on my face

I’ve worked a thousand greasy bars
I’ve washed a thousand greasy cars
Factories when my work boots fit
or picking chicken feet out of a Chinese dish pit

Spun records on chartered cruises
Swabbed decks full of barfed up boozes
I posed nude for the sake of art
Was a skinny little dude with a huge, huge, huge Heart

I put toys in the bubbles for the vending machines
Now I’m not saying I was living the dream
I sold bonsai trees at the mall in town
But only after the bead shop closed down

Fast food joint, perfect storm
I still have my Arby’s uniform
I swung a hammer and I worked with wood
Took a little while, but I got pretty good

I dropped the puck as a house league ref
I got fired with a few games left
I was a baker at a bakery
Then after that I did deliveries

I rolled sushi up for the NBA games
Met all the players, but forgot their names
I answered phones as a corporate kid
A messy little worker with a messier lid

I tried my hand at fine dining
Nightmares so bad, make you laugh at The Shining
I hit the pavement with my weary feet
I rode my bike down highways and streets

Thought I was gonna be an architect
But the plans I drew up all got wrecked
I’m redefining what I know as work
I’m realizing it don’t have to hurt

‘Cause singing songs is all I want to do
Singing songs and playing guitar too
I wanna do them both for you
That’s my dream job come true
You can consider this my job interview

Written by: Brian MacMillan
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin, Bass, Drums, Percussion
Sheila Carabine: Vocals

11. The Ocean

I love the endings, you love the stories
I love the darkness, you love the mornings
My heart is hollow, you’d say it’s open
I chose my tears , you chose the ocean

Holding my breath in, out of fear
Running away when, love got near
Starving myself, to disappear
What would it be like, just to be here?

My parents voices, are growing fainter
I had a vision, of my whole future
No one to turn to, no one to call
What will it feel like, to feel it all?

I love the endings, you love the stories
I love the darkness, you love the mornings
My heart is hollow, maybe it’s open
What would it be like, to let you in?
What would it be like, to let you in?
What would it be like, to be the ocean?

Written by: Sheila Carabine (Big Mouse Music Inc./ Sony ATV Publishing)
Brian MacMillan: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Keys, Drums
Sheila Carabine: Vocals