Sweet Amnesia

Sweet amnesia makes me tired
I’m sleeping in till noon
Sweet amnesia knows my name 
around the world in eighty days
I’ve never felt so happy
And full of love for everything
Sweet amnesia, I remember everything

Sweet amnesia
Won’t you walk with me for a while
Through the green grass, under blue skies
It’s good to see you smile
Days when I was so lonely
This is what I was picturing
Sweet amnesia, I remember everything

Here you come again, washing over me
Like a long-lost friend in a strange forgotten dream

Days when I was so lonely
This is what I was picturing
Sweet amnesia, I love to hear you sing
Sweet amnesia, I remember everything

Pat - acoustic guitars, lead vocal, shaker, plucked piano.
David Henry - cello, high hat
Jim Hoke - flutes, flute solo, bongos, auto harp
Dave Jacques - acoustic bass
John Jarvis - piano
Russ Pahl - steel guitar
 

I Can't Worry

Nobody told me how to make more of nothing
But I get reminded every day
And now that I see it
The pieces don’t fit together
The best I can do is find the place I lost my way

But I can’t worry
No, I can’t worry any more
I can’t worry any more

I’ve got excuses
But none of them really matter
And nobody’s words can make it right
Off in the distance, I’m lost in these clouds of sorrow
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be in a different light

But I can’t worry
No, I can’t worry any more
I can’t worry any more

While I was sleeping, so many things passed me by 
I would have noticed if I only tried

I can’t worry
No, I can’t worry any more
I can’t worry any more

Pat - all guitars, lead and background vocals, synth, piano
Alison Prestwood - bass
Greg Morrow - drums
Jim Hoke - tenor and baritone saxes
Chris Carmichael - strings
 

The Fairest of Seasons

Love is the fairest of seasons
When it comes to you, you’ll be swept into
A wonderland where the days drift by
With a lazy sigh
And the nights are full of dreams

Love can defy any reason
When you came to me I found life could be
Warmer than summer, brighter than spring
Crisper than winter and softer than fall

Love is the fairest of seasons
The fairest of them all
The fairest of them all

Warmer than summer, brighter than spring
Crisper than winter, softer than fall

Love is the fairest of seasons
Love is the fairest of seasons
The fairest of them all

Pat - all guitars, lead and background vocals, acoustic bass, maracas, synth, dobro, tambourine, wurlitzer
Tom Bukovac - memory moog, steel guitar, synth, snare drum.
 

Patience

YWell my baby’s eyes are brown, as warm as corduroy
And they speak without a sound, as tears turn into joy
Well you know you made it possible for me
I never thought I’d love again
Or let myself be free

Look at you, hanging on the corner 
giving me that little wave like you do
And look at you, standing in the doorway
making every dream that’s good come true

I should call you patience
Because patience looks like you
Just like you

Now once I took a trip;  I went halfway across the world
And no sooner did I wish I was halfway across the world
Because you know you were impossible to see
I never thought I’d love again
Let myself be free

But look at you, standing in the doorway 
making every dream that’s good come true
And look at you, keeping it together 
no-one else can make me smile like you do

But I should call you patience 
Because patience looks like you
Come to me patiently

Look at you, standing in the doorway
naking every dream that’s good come true
And look at you, keeping it together
no-one else can make me smile like you do

Well I should call you patience
Because patience looks like you
Just like you

Pat - acoustic guitars, lead vocals
Chris Carmichael - violins, violas, cello, ukelele
Jim Hoke - clarinet, bass harmonica
Dave Jacques - acoustic bass, tuba, trombone, baritone horn
John Harvis - piano
Craig Wright - drums
 

Halo

We were walking on a cloud
My mistake was looking down
How I wished I could be special like you
We were talking about love, redefining the limits of
How I wish that I could be patient like you
Rise and shine, 
let me see your halo one last time
Fly away, 
let me see your halo when I say
That I can’t hold you down any more

We were talking on a cloud
My mistake was looking down
Oh I wish that I could be special like you

Let me see your halo one last time
Fly away 
let me see your halo when I say
Rise and shine
Let me see your halo one last time
Fly away 
let me see your halo and I’ll say
That I can’t hold you down any more

Pat - all guitars, lead and background vocals
 

We'll Talk

These kinds of truces never last
They only buy each side a little more time
Then pretty soon we’ll be right back to the same old place 
We’ll talk and try to work things out
We’ll talk, what’s this really about 
We’ll talk, but never understand

So stubborn in our ways
You want a love that’s absolute
And I want a love that’s not that way
So we should leave it there 
But we’ll talk, we won’t get anywhere 
We’ll talk, until it comes undone

All the secrets that we keep 
We never want to dig that deep

We’ll talk till the words are spent
We’ll talk and wonder just what we meant
We’ll talk, and we’ll both agree
We’ll talk, but we can’t let it be
We’ll talk, till we’re blue in the face
We’ll talk, nobody wins this race 

We’ll talk, try to work things out
We’ll talk, hey what’s this really about
We’ll talk, till the words are spent
We’ll talk, wonder just what we means

We’ll talk, and we’ll both agree
We’ll talk, cause we can’t let it be
We’ll talk, but never understand

Pat - all guitars, lead and background vocals
Rusty McFarland - bass, background vocals
Greg Morrow - drums
 

Count The Ways

Every day the sun comes up and there you are
It’s no dream, there’s no doubt in my mind
I just count the ways that I love you

Heaven knows I belong in your arms
And when I’m there I get so lost there’s no time 
to count the ways that I love you
I tried to make a list, but I just couldn’t write ‘em down
I have trouble concentrating when you come around
So I just count the ways that I love you

Well this twilight glow it suits you fine
There’s no words to describe
The way I feel So I won’t try, 
I’ll just count the ways that I love you

Baby, I won’t try
I’ll just count the ways that I love you

Pat - acoustic guitar, acoustic bass, electric slide, harp, lead vocal, synth
Will Kimbrough - National slide guitar, acoustic guitar, harmonium
 

For What It Was

The sun was setting in the east
The waves were breaking through the trees
All topsy-turvy, I thought I must be imagining

I ran so fast I lost my head
And every word I’d ever said
Like flaming arrows went straight and narrow through the sky
And I don’t know if I was too blind
When I couldn’t see love for what it was

A small hotel in Leicester Square
I felt so happy being there
In rainy weather, I wrote you letters every day
And I tried hard to say what I felt
But I couldn’t see love for what it was

Over time I move a little closer
But the truth is I’m still not over you

And I ask myself why, I won’t say that I was too blind
But I couldn’t see love for what it was

Pat - All guitars, lead and background vocals
Chris Carmichael - string arrangement, violins, violas
David Henry - cello
Aliston Prestwood - bass
Greg Morrow - drums
JHim Hoke - tenor and baritone saxes, flute
 

The Same Tree

You and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

You and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

Maybe we were sitting pretty
Maybe we just lost our place in the song
We gonna have to fend for ourselves
So forget about everything and everybody else

Cause you and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

You and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

And this could be the best time of our lives
But remember there’s a lot of sky
So let’s take our time
Cause once we taste the sweet fruit
It’s going to make us feel like we’ve been flying
Just like we’ve can fly

You and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

You and me fell out of the same tree
Out of the same tree, you and me

Pat - all guitars, lead vocals, harp, resonator, guitars
Chris Carmichael, violins, viola, cello
Jim Hoke - tenor and baritone saxes, sax solo
Alison Prestwood - bass
Greg Morow - drumsr
 

Sometimes She's Kind

Sometimes she’s kind and sometimes she’s not
Is harder to read than the weather
Sometimes he thinks ‘what are they doing together’
Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries
But lately it’s been mostly crying

Sometimes he thinks, ‘God, things are bound to get better’
And sometimes he says just the right words
And they have a moment of grace

And sometimes he says all the wrong words
And she won’t speak to him for days on end

Sometimes her eyes are filled with a light
Sometimes they’re darker than ashes
Sometimes he thinks she must enjoy being sad

Sometimes he can’t even get up in the morning 
he just lies in bed
Sometimes he likes to remember 
the comforting words that she said to him

Sometimes she’s kind and sometimes she’s not
Is harder to read than the weather
 

Pat - all acoustic guitars,lead and background vocals, wurlitzer
Rusty McFarland - bass, electric guitar, piano
Chris Carmichael - string arrangement, violins, violas, cellos
Greg Morrow - drums
 

Sad Genie

Sad genie left his bottle
The day he felt her hand upon his brow
2,000 years in prison
Will make you more than grateful when you finally get out
He said ‘I’ll grant you anything you wish at all
I’m at your beck and call for evermore’

Sad genie worked his magic
But soon enough that magic left her so blasé
No bargain basement riches
No tattered miracles could hold her in his sway

And he felt the smoke within him rise 
when she up and mocked his name
And he said I can’t be blamed if it’s you I’m living for

Sad genie
Sad genie

Sad genie isn’t needed
But he still hovers overhead in case he is
Some times he thinks about his bottle
But he can’t go back there now that life has lost its fizz

He said ‘I’ll grant you anything you wish at all
I’m at your beck and call for evermore’

Pat - acoustic guitar, vocals, harmonium, glockenspiel synth
David Henry - cello

All songs written by Pat Buchanan and Bill DeMain, except 
"I Can't Worry", written by Bill Lloyd and Pat Buchanan. 
"Count The Ways" written by Will Kimbrough and Pat Buchanan

All lyrics copyright.

Photography by Dani Buchanan
Inside tray photo by Nan Buchanan
Design by Doug Powell