All songs written by Mary O. Harrison ©2008, Garden Path Publishing, BMI
Performed by Mary O. Harrison and Jason NeSmith with Kay Stanton, Kyle Harris, Mike Goldman, Andrew Heaton, Paul Walker, David McCurdy, Heather McIntosh, Karolyn Adams, Michelle Friedman and Kim Ware. Jenny Hutton assisted with string and horn arrangements on tracks 1, 5 and 7.

All tracks recorded and mixed by Jason NeSmith at Bel*Air Studios except french horn on track 5 recorded by Rob Gal.
Mastered by Rodney Mills, Rodney Mills Masterhouse.
Produced by Jason NeSmith and Mary O. Harrison.
Album design and layout by Ryan White.

This record was made in loving memory of my parents and with inspiration and support from so many people.

Thank You All! Especially Jason, Kay and all who lent their talents to this recording. Thanks also to Jenny Hutton, Kellie Burks, John Graham, Ryan White, Andy Gish, John McNicholas, Tom Branch, Annie Price, all former Charm Schoolers and my wonderful family.

Waiting at the piano, eating chocolate from a box.
Night comes down at the window. My parents they talk.
And it's so neat, but it's a mess, it's so sweet, but I don't know it yet.
White keys under my fingers, Chocolate on my hands.
I sit spoiling my dinner once again.

And it's so sweet, I'm a mess. It's so small, I never would have guessed
that this could be what I wait for. Someone call me in to supper,
Someone call me in to supper, or I'll just play a little longer

I hear things in the kitchen. Something's on its way.
I race time at the window, one more song to play.
Don't want no one to stop me, but I want someone to want me soon.

This is what I wait for: Someone call me in to supper,
Someone call me in to supper.

Dark now under my pillow, dark beyond these walls.
I'm hiding out at the driveway. From the porch she calls.
And it's so quick, I can't hold on. It's so sweet to know where you belong.

Someone calls me in to supper, Someone calls me in to supper,
Someone call me in to supper, or I'll just play a little
This is what I wait for, Someone call me in to supper
Someone call me in to supper. I'll just wait right here.

I walk up to the other side. Looks like everybody's there.
But where is Charlotte Anne? Where is Charlotte Anne, and her long golden hair?
Is she sitting at her desk? Is she curled up somewhere reading?
Is she off in California sunbathing, sunbathing?

I look up to a satellite, pin her name to a star.
Where is Charlotte Anne? Where is Charlotte Anne? Is she going, gone, how far?
Is she down at Union Station? Is she wearing a new dress?
Did she marry her old sweetheart and move out West?
Is she back in California? Is she off at the UN?
Did she die and that is why we never saw her again?

And I float through the atmosphere.
And I float while my body's here.
Where is Charlotte Anne?

He's got a way of walking, he's got a sweet smile.
I'll take the train today so I can have some extra miles
To watch the rails rush by outside me and
lean my head against the glass thinking he's beside me.
I'm watching Marlon Brando, my heart feels so tight.
He's young and he is strong, but he's in black and white
And he won't make me loose my mind
And he won't walk away and leave me behind.
Do I take this seriously or do I just want what I see?
I want, but what for when all I want and all I need is more?
Maybe I'll move to Denver, maybe I'll stay here.
Maybe there's something better, I just know when he's near
I like his hands and I like his talking
I like his way with words and his way of walking.

In the garden of the thieves, you sink under the leaves
And watch the boys with poison arrows, and try to save the sparrows
In the garden of the night, you're reading by a light,
All the worlds you can enter, have you found something better?
Then I see you wake, the stars are on your pillow.
The moon is at my window,
And I know I miss the words I don't remember
I miss our last December that never came.
In the factory of days I'm sinking in a haze,
Try to hear what you told me, try to see the face you showed me.
In the garden of the lost I sit and weigh the cost
Of the things I wish I'd told you, the things I hope I showed you
Then I see you wake, the stars become your pillow,
You're far beyond my window, far beyond my window, and I can
Let it go, the words I don't remember,
Our perfect last December, our perfect last December
that never came, that never came.

Maybe I'm a little dead, but I just don't care to be alone with you.
Maybe I'm a little dead and dying, but I'm not sad or even close to crying.
So nice to be alone - I'm not listening for the telephone
I surrender my friend. It's the beginning, it's the end.
Maybe I'm a little cold, but I just don't care to fall asleep with you.
Maybe I'm a little old and dying, but I just don't feel like trying.
'Cause you don't know what I know, and you don't go where I go.
Just surrender my friend. It's the beginning, it's the end
We lie out in the yard and watch the stars go by.
I used to love to hold your hand, and I don't remember why.
Maybe I'm a little lost, but I just don't care to find myself with you.
Maybe am lost, but I'm not lying. Maybe I can find something worth trying.
And I'll remember how it feels to hold on tight to something real.
Let's surrender my friend, It's the beginning, It's the beginning, it's the end.

I was the last of the first and the best of the worst that I'd always been,
And that I'd never been. I was happening too.
The night was bright like a star in the back of the car what was happening
To the girl I'd been, she didn't have you.
Take it from me that I'm writing it down.
I didn't get it but I got it now.
Yesterday a man in a store feet away from the door turned around
And it was you I found, and I hadn't a clue.
He had your eyes and your throat and your hair and your coat, it was very strange.
Yeah I was rearranged, but it wasn't you
Now take it from me that I writing it down.
I didn't get it but I got it
Tall inside the doorway, your voice so loud in the hallway the night I met you.
Laughin' every minute, it was love and I was in it, but I didn't get you.
Now I'm the last of the first and the best of the worst that I've always been
But that I'd never been when I was with you.
And time can spin til it stands and be still 'til I can catch up with it,
Catch up with it, and I do.
Now take it from me that I'm taking it down.
I didn't get it but I got it now.
A million voices in our ears, a million times a million years,
I did the best I could do, but it was the worst for you.

Warm, close, hear we go again. Warm arm for my head.
Close breath falling down again. Not cold, not lost, not alone.
Slide close, turn into me. You move so slow and carefully.
Hold, held, barely half-awake. Not cold, not lost, not alone.
This place, this space, it may go away. I don't know how there's no yesterday.
My hand in yours falling back to sleep. Bless you, bless me, we're not alone.
Bless you, bless me, we're not alone.

Hazy island, I can taste your rain.
When I'm sleeping I'm in your cold green fields again, once again.
Cruel island, you took my love away
Across the ocean on a distant New Year's Day.
But I must own you gave me my home before you left me alone.
My old island, I can taste your words
In a novel and in a thousand songs I've heard.
I know there are others, maybe millions, you won't miss me
In your streets and shops, your playhouses, crossing bridges,
Winding narrow stairways through stone arches in your cathedrals,
Standing on a Cliffside at the seaside, riding on your trains, on your trains,
Past your gardens.
Watching a movie I want to take your name.
My old tyrant, you have laid your claim.
But you won't take me. Am I just a thief to you?
In my pale, pale skin who else would I belong to?
So I imagine you are mine as I walk the Serpentine.

When the world is only a thought in the back of your mind,
that's when you'll forgive me.
When the world is only a stone in the palm of your hand,
that's when you'll forget me in time.
When I came into this world I was only a thought in the back of your mind.
When I turned into a man I was only a stone in the palm of you hand.
It's time, it's time to
Take the orange blossom from your hair and drop it to the sea.
I didn't mean to leave you standing there on the clean white shore waiting for me.
When I drowned in the palm of your hand at the edge of the world,
you could not forget me.
And I slept in the back of your mind 'til you found a new love in time.
When the world is only a thought in the back of my mind, together we are dreaming.
And I hold you in the palm of my hand, in the crook of his arm
where I see you sleeping. It's time, it's time to
Take the orange blossom from your hair and drop it to the sea.
While you're living I will hold what's past deep in the water, in the water with me.

Keep me honest, keep me straight. I don't want to loose my way again.
So hard to hear a truthful word in all this atmosphere.
'Cause I don't know what I create. It falls apart, I fall away again.
But when I hear your voice, it drops a cotton sheet across this noise.
And I can't see it, and I can't hold a better day, but it's holding on to me,
I feel it tugging on my sleeve. Go this way or stand still-it's okay.
I don't know why I make it hard. You say you make it hard for yourself.
And I know it's true-we try to teach each other how not to.
And this slick surface of my thought breaks apart now as it ought to do.
I don't like how I feel, but at least I know that this is real
The truth inside is waiting there. The truth inside is already here.
And I can catch it in your words. Maybe you hear in mine what I have heard,
Coming through the cloud kicked up by a world that gets so loud.
And 'though there's little I can do to brighten up your gloomy afternoon
2,000 miles away, I can't take your hand but I can say -
That I can't see it, and I can't hold a better day, but it's holding you and me, I feel it tugging on my sleeve.
Go this way, or stand still-it's okay.
It's Ok, It's Ok, go this way, or stand still, it's ok.

Some people are born pretty, and the world's an open gate.
Some people are born golden, and life's a gift of fate.
There's a woman on a movie screen
Saying, “God, take my hand, make my body perfect, make me queen of all the land.”
'Cause she wasn't born pretty with lovers on a string.
But anything can happen, and she can be anything.
Some people are born famous, a name in a marquee.
Some people are born brilliant and they know that's what they'll be.
There's a man on a London stage,
saying, “God, take my hand. Make me a genius. Let me rule my native land.”
'Cause he wasn't Born Pretty, with a fancy gold watch chain.
But anything can happen, and that can mean anything.
You never know what's coming, you never know what's gone
'til it's gone. 'til it's gone
I thought I'd move to Europe, I thought I'd live abroad,
not just an hour from where I was born
Some people are born chosen, with a chariot from on high.
Some people are born happy, and that's the way they'll die.
I've never been on a London stage, or on a movie screen,
I've never sailed the ocean, and I've never met the queen.
And I wasn't Born Pretty with a summer house in Spain,
But anything can happen.
Guess I was born lucky, 'cause that can mean anything.

Passing by the old dirt garden, you don't know why but it makes me sad.
The corner light is turning red, but all the cars keep going through.
Take care I say inside my head -
One day we'll all be dead - take care take care.
I've heard stories of disaster, lived a few and told them after,
Foot pressed to accelerator in a nightmare crash into a barrier wall.
Take care I say, some dreams come true.
When you don't want them to . . .
Then someone hits the breaks or changes lanes or hits the lights or says my name.
Do you think that it's possible to trust so many people you don't know?
I get stuck at red lights thinking how many people have crossed through
Who know somebody who know somebody who know somebody who I love?
Take care I say inside my head
One day we'll all be dead - take care take care
Maybe it's the boy drawing shapes in the dirt, or his dog on a chain
or the hole in his shirt.
Do you think that it's possible to love so many people you don't know?