These are lyrics to the original songs on Patricia Pettinga’s albums.
(Songs are by Patricia Pettinga, P2 Productions—BMI, *except where noted)

Breathing Under Water © 1998

SOMETHING SWEET
It was just a brief encounter, not the sort that might require a broken heart
or looking backward from the start, but it sure was something sweet.
It was just an incidental, like a photograph that stops a thousand words,
a melody you might have heard, and it sure was something sweet.
Sweet as maybe, sweet as might, sweet enough to last one night.
Sweet to dream on or forget only makes it sweeter yet
to be alive and looking forward to the next official frown or foolish grin,
or situation we are in, because it could be something sweet.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not afraid of playing serious. I’m only trying to play it straight.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I am curious, but not delirious, and I can wait
For the hands of time to tell me what the hands of fate have meant this thing to be,
and there’s a possibility that it could be something sweet.
Yes, I’m say’in doot-da-doot-do-do. I’m say’in doot-da-doot-do-do.
Sweet as maybe, sweet as might, sweet enough to last one night.
Sweet to dream on or forget, only makes it sweeter yet…
to feel the sunshine and the thunder, the fire and the ice without the fear
that the final price might be too dear, because it could be something sweet.
I’m say’in doot-da-doot-do-do. Yes, I’m say’in doot-da-doot-do-do….
Because it could be something sweet.

BREATHING UNDER WATER
Tonight the rain is falling in a wild October way, and I have left your concert hall behind.
But my heart still holds the wonder that you make of hand and string,
and one song stays especially on my mind.
There are many ways to take some comfort in this troubles world.
There are many ways to make escape and ways to reconcile.
With an Irish Air, a silent prayer, you stole me from my senses,
and I left the world behind a little while.
It was like breathing under water…It was deep, and it was light, and it was warm.
It was like breathing under water…like a bird become a fish, like a fact become a wish;
It was like breathing under, under…under water.
I have held a lover through the dark and tender wave, and I have rocked a baby down to rest
I have sipped the brief redemption offered in a glass of wine, and waltzed the wisdom of forgetfulness.
There are many ways to lose the time and find a gentle moment.
There are many ways to give and take the gifts of simple grace.
With an Irish Air, you took me where tomorrow may be memory, and I fell into a sweet suspended place.
It was like breathing under water…It was deep, and it was light, and it was warm.
It was like breathing under water…like a bird become a fish, like a fact become a wish

BLUE EYES
Hey Blue Eyes, you ain’t bad. You are the crazy coming true of a dream I never had.
Now I may be a fighter, but the fightin’ ain’t no use against my love for you.
When all the other girls in my junior high were getting pretty and fascinating,
You could find me singin’ to an empty wall doin’ a Joan Baez imitation.
And the neighborhood boys with their hungry eyes (and the way they want to kiss me)
seemed just like a joke.
Well I stood right by the wishing well on the night of my senior prom,
and the boys that wished to dance with me, I only wished that they’d get gone.
I was missing something, but I didn’t know what. I just kept on wondering what they got that I don’t got.
Hey Blue Eyes, it was you who taught me everything that a man could do.
I was up against the ropes with the count down getting’ ten until you took me in.
Now I may be a fighter but I know I ain’t no fool, no fool for lovin’ you.
Well I used to walk through my old hometown singing songs all about the past.
I was waiting for a letter or a lightning bolt or a love that was gonna last.
I was getting’ steady and feelin’ smart with a mind like a cat and a solid empty heart.
Well, now I ain’t nothin’ but a workin’ girl with a pocket full of nickel and dime,
but I got me a pretty blue eyed boy; he’s not rich, but he’ll do me fine.
Because the blue eyes shine when he holds me tight.
You know I may be a fighter but I ain’t gonna fight my love for you.
Hey, Blue Eyes, got that right? I may be a fighter, but I ain’t gonna fight my love for you.

SIPPIE’S SONG
If I could shed my skin, I’d be a bird with hollow bone. (X2)
Lend my feathers for your pillow, and the wind would carry my song.
Now if you love a man you want to keep your suitcase packed. (X2)
Leave your baby on a Sunday and let Jesus take you back.
Because you can’t fool your pappa when you’re sneakin’ out that door
And singin’ the blues on a Saturday night is like sayin’ your prayers when it sounds just right.
So take it out of Texas on the T O B A…six shows a night and seven more every day.
Well, they can take you or leave you or mess you around,
but they will never forget you, ’cause you can’t keep a good woman down.
I’ve got a dime in my pocket and a diamond in my eye. (X2)
I can afford to shake it, but I just can’t afford to cry.
I’m a mighty tight woman and I wear a wide brim hat. (X2)
That way the rain don’t touch me and the men keep comin’ back.
*So…women be wise and keep your mouth shut. Don’t advertise your man.
Don’t you go on holdin’ no congress sessions ’bout the good things your many can do.
Because some women now days…they ain’t no good.
They’ll sneak up behind you and take him from you.
So, women be wise and keep your mouth shut…Don’t advertise your man.
Now, your best girl friend might be some kind a high brow. Hear she changes clothes 3 times a day.
What do you think she’s doin’ now, while you are far away.
She might be lovin’ your man in your own damn bed.
You better get yourself a doctor and investigate your head.
So, women be wise and keep your mouth shut…Don’t advertise your man,
Because you can’t fool your pappa…(Repeat)
*From song Women Be Wise by Sippie Wallace, Sippie Wallace Productions – BMI

HALF WAY
Well I don’t need to get looked at by a great crowd of men,
‘cause if they all came a knockin’, ain’t but one getting in.
I don’t need spreadin it thin every night, every day.
No, I just want to get thick with one man who’s gonna meet me half way.
I don’t like spending my time, getting stylish and cute,
‘cause I’ve got more on my mind than just the way I look.
If what you’ve got on your mind is some sweet fashion queen,
Well, it ain’t me that you’re thinking about, because I am not walking out of any magazine.
Some men they take all my money; others prefer to take my time.
And when they get what they took me for I feel like they stole me blind.
So I will wait just as long as I need to to find,
Someone who captures my heart and gets into my mind.
Now, you may say it’s a dream, but I know that it’s true,
And as the time hurries by I can feel all of the sweetness of the dream continue to improve.
Well, if I say so myself, you are a sight to behold.
So you don’t need to be flattered, you just need to be told.
That if you come to me straight I will meet you half way.
And if you don’t understand what I mean, you can believe me pretty boy, that’s all I’m gonna say.
That’s all.

HOBO IN THE RAIN
Sometimes when the evening walks like lonely through my window,
I think about a hobo in the rain.
He’s blind to where he’s going, lost to where he’s been to,
huggin’ on a bottle and hoppin’ on a train.
I was born a Christian, full of hope and promise
until I let the world in, and I saw a different light.
Now it’s up to me; I’ve got to draw my own conclusions,
to realize that this old world doesn’t come in black and white.
Jesus, you’re my friend now. You’ve taught me about the pain.
Jesus, if you hear me, hear a hobo in the rain.
I listened to my teachers, and learned my lessons well,
but I always wanted to know more than the teachers had to tell.
Now my heart’s a gypsy; I’m learning to be free.
Now I understand the lessons that the teachers kept from me.
It hasn’t been so easy, but I guess you’ve got to choose.
If you take a chance at winning, you’re gonna take a chance to lose.
I cross a lot of streams now, but I never really know
if the rock that I am stepping on might be setting me afloat.
Jesus, you’re my friend now, and I can’t hold you to blame.
Jesus, if you hear me hear a hobo in the rain.
Sometimes when the evening walks like lonely through my window, I think about a hobo in the rain.
He’s blind to where he’s goin and he’s lost to where he’s been to,
and I listen to the wind and sometimes I start to pray.
I pray, yes I pray. And I say, sweet Jesus, if you hear me hear a hobo in the rain.

BREAD AND WATERMELON
– Musical Intro
Bread and Watermelon fill you good, Better than steak and potato could.
Sit by the roadside and you eat your fill. You can get them from a wagon and a window sill.
Now you won’t need a spoon or knife, no plate or fork. Don’t need to bother with a bottle cork.
Just find a shady rock beneath a tree. Crack that melon, break that bread and start your smackin’ spree.
That ain’t no prison food you’re putting in, and you’re not settling for less.
‘Cause bread and watermelon taste sweeter than sin. You may feel guilty but don’t you confess.
Cause heaven will open and the gods will smile when they see you take your pleasure in that simple style.
– Musical break
Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa watermelon. Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba bread.
Bread and watermelon, watermelon and bread. You may feel guilty, but not underfed.
Bread and Watermelon, yum…yum…yum, and just as soon as I can I’m gonna get me some.
BUSINESS MAN
My baby is the businessman; he really takes care of business.
My baby is the businessman; he really gets down to business.
It’s always over the counter, not under the table,
‘cause my baby is strong and I know that he’s able. He’s the business man,
and he don’t need no accountant. My baby is the businessman, and there is no doubt about it.
He can do it wholesale or retail or door-to-door, gonna give you what you want and just a little bit more,
‘cause he’s the business man.
Don’t try to take that man or make him out your fool.
“Cause the goods you get are gonna be real good, but you’ve got to play by all the rules.
He is the businessman; he really gives me the business.
My baby is a businessman; he says he loves me like nobody’s business.
We’re gonna set up shop. I think we’ll do real well
Giving away what we can’t sell, ‘cause he’s the businessman.
He’s my one stop shop, and I’m going on a spree.
Gonna last a whole lifetime, guaranteed, ‘cause he’s the businessman.

COMFORT ME
Comfort me in the quiet of your arms. Comfort me. My heart is heavy with the harm bad love can do
and I was hoping you would comfort me.
My life is good, and I am doing what I should
to learn from the past and travel toward tomorrow.
You will see me smile while I shoulder my ambitions, still a space inside my heart stays dark and hollow.
I am really very happy, and it is so good to be free, but when it gets down to the bone,
I still need someone…who’s gonna comfort me….
You are my friend, and I would never ask you to contend
with complications that you could not be aware of.
And I do not need passion, obligation or distraction, and I know you don’t want someone to take care of.
But I have known you since forever, between my now and my history,
and I was hoping you might know enough to see…a way to…comfort me…
Yes, I do feel a little confused, and I don’t want you feeling used.
Besides, I know you’ve got your own life plan to deal with.
And I did not want to ask, I was only hoping you might have a little extra to extend a hand to heal with.
I don’t want to get into your stuff or risk the pleasure of your company,
But I was hoping that you might be strong enough to comfort me…in the quiet of your arms.
Comfort me. My heart is heavy with the harm bad love can do,
and I was hoping that you would comfort me.
You know I need a little shelter from the storm. Could you be a little wise, a little soft, a little warm,
And could you see a way to comfort me.

AHORA ES EL TIEMPO (en Espanol)
Siempre podemos encontrar una arena eternal donde mirar el mar y dejar nuestro corazon sonar.
Al amanacer llegar con la risa de las olas y el perfume del coral, es un momente dulcemente celestial
Todo el mundo es el mismo. Todo el mundo es genial.
Todo el mudo es realmente, universalmente, espiritual.
Solamente tu sonrisar y tus brilliantes ojos, me inspiran a sonar lo que juntos vamos a alcanzar.
Asi la pureza de tu llanto y lagrimar para existir tiernamente al partir conla mar dejales alegramente fundir.
Atiende la voz del amor y adora la verdad. Ahora es el tiempo de alcanzar la eternidad.

NOW IS THE TIME (in English)
Always, we can find the eternal sands where we can watch the sea and let our hearts dream
As dawn arrives with the laughter of the waves and the perfume of the coral.
It’s a sweet, heavenly moment.
Everyone is the same, everyone is bright as a genius. Everyone is real, universal and spiritual.
Only your smile and your bright eyes inspire me to dream what we can attain together.
So may the purity of your crying and your tears for life leave tenderly,
establishing themselves joyfully with the sea.
Listen to the voice of love and adore the truth. Now is the time to attain eternity.

SWEET DAY
August evening, moon is filling up. We’ll be drinking from that brimming cup.
Sun is shining the way that he knows to do.
Together you’ve come like the moon and the sun, and we’re coming together with you.
Sweet day, you came together and we come together, together with you.
You are the sun and you are the moon now, you are the one and you are the two.
You are the drummer; you are the dancer; you got the music; you sing the song.
Drumming your joys and dancing your sorrows; speaking your rights and righting your wrongs.
You are the tree and you are the leaves now; you make the branches; you hold the roots.
You can hold firm and you can shake free now. You plan the seeds and harvest the fruit.
You are the bones and you are the blood. You walk on dry land; you drown in the flood.
Spirit gonna save you when you lose your way, so we’re calling on the Spirit for a blessing.
On this sweet day you go together; you take the map and you make the road.
You’re gonna fly and you’re gonna falter. You’re gonna ride and carry that load.
You are the wind and you are the fire. You’re gonna breath and you’re gonna burn.
Living in love with every heart beat, you’re gonna lose and you’re gonna learn.
You build the house and make it a home, welcome to rest and safe when you roam.
Spirit gonna save you when you lose your way, so we’re calling on the spirit for a blessing.
On this sweet day, you came together and we come together, together with you.
Together we come like a moon and a sun and what you’re gonna become will come together for you.

HELLO GOODBYE
I want to buy a step van, and travel round the world, or some delivery truck to deliver me
from hour to hour, from day to day, from nine to five, I feel that way.
I want to run. I want to follow the sun. I want to see it clear.
I want to lose the clock, see the seasons free…
encounter stars, enjoy the view admire the land like a Gypsy do
I want to fly. I want to say hello, good-bye, hello, good-bye. ‘cause you know I want to fly.
Don’t it seem like time is trying to capture me and I’m feeling short on space.
I’m all done in from hiding out and running in place.
I want to ride a balloon, up in the sky so high. I want to sail the seas anywhere I please
on waves or air, from shore to shore, I want some wings just to explore.
I want to fly. I want to say hello, good-bye, hello, good-bye. ‘cause you know I want to fly.
Hola, Adios, Aloha, Sayonara, das Vedana, Jambo, Bon Voyage.
Don’t it seem like time is trying to capture me and I’m feeling short on space.
I’m all done in from hiding out and running in place.
I’ll take an old bicycle. I’ll drive a horse-drawn cart. I’ll hop a Chessy freight, or take the grey hound rate.
I’ve got to get. I’ll mail myself. Hijack a jet, astral project. I want to fly.
I want to say hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, ‘cause you know…I want to fly.