Written by Amanda Richards

Steve Moore on lap steel guitar and harmonies. Andy Clapp on bass.
Mark Powers on drums.
Amanda Richards on acoustic and electric guitars, lead vocals and harmonies.

Engineered by Justin Phelps at Cloud City Sound and Hallowed Halls in Portland, OR.

Produced by Amanda Richards & Steve Moore

Executive Producers: Amanda Richards & Joe Fox

Lyrics

The yard is full of cats and chickens
And there’s no room to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say

Said it was dead but it wasn’t bleeding
So I scooped him up and I felt him breathing
No broken wings, I knew he could fly
Then he leapt form my hands and he took to the sky
But the world is full of crows and fools
And there’s no room to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say

Is that a heart on a sleeve is a heart nonetheless
Just a matter of style like the way that you dress
Adjusted to season according to weather
You wore a t-shirt and I brought a sweater
But the room is full of cotton and wool
And there’s no room to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say

I followed the moon but it was only a streetlight
Veiled by vino and the darkness of night
Now I cant trust my eyes so how do I know
A cat from a chicken or a fool from a crow
And this night is full of fire and fuel
And there’s no room to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say
What I mean, what I mean, what I mean to say