A New Springtime
© 2006 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I’m painting my walls and cutting my hair
Moving my couch from here to there
Clearing the clutter and clearing the air
I’ve been thinking too much, thinking too long
It’s time to move up and time to move on
To a better place, it could be anywhere
It’s raining, it’s pouring, complaining gets boring
I’m ready for a…

New Springtime, a New Springtime
A New Springtime all over this world
There’s gonna be bells ringing and birds singing
In the New Springtime for this old world

I’ve been telling myself it’s not too late
Thinking about John Paul the Great
How he loved this world and he loved the Truth
He said to us all “Be not afraid”
“You are not the sum of mistakes you have made
But an image of the God who still loves you”
Forgive and forget ‘cause it’s not over yet
Get ready for the

New Springtime, a New Springtime
A New Springtime all over this world
There’s gonna be bells ringing and birds singing
In the New Springtime for this old world

Can’t you see the frozen eyes
Medicated and therapized
In a winter worlds of angry alibis?
Lord, have mercy on us all
Come and melt these icy walls
Shine down through your rainbow skies
We’re begging for the…

New Springtime, a New Springtime
A New Springtime all over this world
There’s gonna be bells ringing and birds singing
In the New Springtime for this old world
There’s gonna be bells ringing and birds singing
In the New Springtime for this old world

This House Is For Sale
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I’m really not supposed to let you in
The Realtor says its better not to show the house without him
But there haven’t been too many lookers; it’s been kind of slow
Why don’t you let the kids get out and play before you go?

I can see you have another on the way
You’d really like this neighborhood; the moms are home all day
The school, the park, the grocery store and church are not that far
You ought to take a walk before you get back in your car

Cause this house is for sale, if you can pay the price
Every board and nail a piece of paradise
I know it’s a fixer upper, after years of noisy suppers
This house is for sale

We still have the swing set up out back
Oh sure, the kids can try it out, I’ll make them a snack
This house, it has been good to us, and we’ve used every inch
Five bedrooms and three bathrooms and the basement in a pinch

There were stories by the fireplace, piano afternoons
I can almost hear them as I walk from room to room
This house has been a tabernacle, full of love and life
This house has been the altar of a mother’s sacrifice

Now this house is for sale, if you can pay the price
Every board and nail a piece of paradise
See how there is room to grow, look around and let me know
Cause this house is for sale
See how there is room to grow, look around and let me know
Cause this house is for sale

Closet Space
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I am a woman who worries about closet space and it bothers me a lot
Constantly distracted by what I haven’t got
One pair of sandals for their feet and no place to lay their heads
I am a woman who worries about closet space and one day I’ll be dead

I’ve got a strong imagination I let it wander where it will
I seek redemption in redecoration I’ve got an overactive VISA bill
But Man does not live on bread alone
I’ve got a strong imagination running wild in the comfort zone

It is the weight of the world, and it’s dragging me down
An irresistible swirl of sights and smells and sounds
It is the weight of the world, I should know better by now
Wish I could give it all up, but I don’t know how, but I don’t know how

He is a man who carries a cell phone everywhere he goes
Hedging all his bets against a future he can’t know
But there are worries and cares enough for the day
He is a man who carries a cell phone and he can’t find time to pray

It is the weight of the world, and it’s dragging him down
An irresistible swirl of sights and smells and sounds
It is the weight of the world, we should know better by now
Wish we could give it all up, but we don’t know how, but we don’t know how

Nervous and needy, foolish and greedy
Grabbing for all that we can
To have and to hold but if you try to control it
The smiles and the miles turn to quicksand

I wonder what would really happen if we gave it all away
Threw caution to the wind and lived a life of hope and faith
Took up our cross and followed Him
I wonder what would really happen would we sink or swim?

I am a woman who worries about closet space
A woman who worries about closet space
A woman who worries about closet space
And one day I’ll be dead, and one day I’ll be dead
And one day I’ll be dead

I Can Only Do So Much
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

It was a delicate situation
Seems lately it was always that way
She counted everything as aggravation
She’d just hang her head and say
“I can only do, I can only do so, I can only do so much!”

He was a can-do operation
Knew how to keep his eye on the ball
Blind-sided by the confrontation
No, he didn’t see it coming at all
When she said “I can only do, I can only do so, I can only do so much
I can only do, I can only do so, I can only do so much…

I can make your coffee and I can make your bed
And sometimes I can make you laugh and help you clear your head
But I can’t make you happy and I can’t make you whole
And I can’t make you change and I can’t save your soul
No, I can only do so much, I can only do so much”

He said:” Hon I’d really like to help you
If I knew what you were talking about
I’m not looking for trouble
And you should know by now
I can I only do, I can only do so, I can only do so much
I can only do, I can only do so, I can only do so much…

I go to work each morning to earn our daily bread
How am I supposed to understand what goes on in your head?
I can’t make you happy and I can’t make you whole
I can’t make you change and I can’t save your soul
No, I can only do so much, I can only do so much, I can only do so much!”

And they might have done some damage, but in the nick of time
Life came rushing in with no sympathy for crying
There were troubled kids, sleepless nights
Breathless days, fruitless fights
Sickness, failure and betrayals
Rocked them in a mighty cradle

And it was their need that saved them and much to their surprise
Was a history and goodness resting gently in those eyes
And that’s what made them happy, and that’s what made them whole
Life brought them to their knees and that’s what saved their souls
Saying I can only do so much, I can only do so much, I can only do so much

Are You Ready, Freddy?
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

Are you ready, Freddy, are you ready to try?
It’s been a long cold winter, it’s been a cloudy sky
Are you ready, Freddy for starting over tonight?

Are you ready Freddy, let’s not waste any time
I’ve got a brand new dress on and I’m feeling fine
Are you ready now for starting over tonight?

You say I drive you crazy and I know that it’s true
Considering the circumstance, what else could I do?
We are what we are, and honey, that’s a fact
But there’s a recipe guaranteed to put us back on track

Are you ready, Freddy, let’s quit playing around
I’m tired of treading water, and I don’t want to drown
So come on now, let’s start over tonight

Are you ready Freddy, have you heard the news?
We’ve got nothing but time, and we’ve got nothing to lose
So come on now, let’s start over tonight

You say I drive you crazy and I know that it’s so
But we’d be even crazier to let this love go
The stars in the sky and the fish in the sea
And the kids down the hall are rooting for you and me

So come on, now, this is love after all
You’ve got to get back up every time that you fall
Come on now, let’s start over tonight
Come on now, let’s start over tonight

Nobody Knows
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

She was so mad, she was talking to herself
There was nobody else in the car
Ranting and raving at the traffic light
Down there on the boulevard
I watched her a minute and I said a prayer
That she’d make it home all right
She shot me a look and I gave her a nod
And she just sped off with the light

And she thinks nobody knows,
She thinks nobody knows,
She thinks nobody knows her pain

He was so lonely, he was pouring another
And he didn’t care who saw
It was nobody’s business; he was nobody’s fool
And it wasn’t against the law
I said a prayer for him too, cause anything else
Might have only made it worse
Cause everyone talks about his drinking
But not about his thirst

He thinks nobody knows,
He thinks nobody knows,
He thinks nobody knows his pain
He thinks nobody knows,
He thinks nobody knows,
He thinks nobody knows his pain

It’s so silly and so sad
Everybody thinking that
Nobody knows their pain
Savoring the separation
A touch of morbid fascination
It’s just a crying shame,
We think nobody knows our pain

We sit and stare at the screen, pop a prescription pill
Or plug into a video game
And if Love had the nerve to look into our eyes
Well, we would just look away, cause

We’re sure nobody knows,
We think nobody knows,
We think nobody knows our pain
We think nobody knows,
We think nobody knows,
We think nobody knows our pain

It’s so silly and so sad
We protect it like it’s all we have
So unique, it calls our name
Saints and angels pray for us
Help us see the loneliness
Is what makes us all the same
But we think nobody knows, we think nobody knows we think nobody knows our pain

You Can Call Her
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

You can call her but she won’t pick up, she’ll just let it ring on through
Listen to the message and decide if she’ll get back to you
You know she’s got her calendar and lots she’s got to do
You can call her but she won’t pick up, she’ll just let it ring on through

I wonder if she wonders, I wonder if she knows
About the magic in the moment, how it comes and then it goes
How the unexpected detour is the best part of the road
I wonder if she wonders, I wonder if she knows

If she’d pick up I would say
Take a chance and ride the wave
It’s rising falling everywhere
Real life’s waiting right out here
Irritating, often messy
Guaranteed to keep you guessing
This could be the perfect time
Come on in the water’s fine

If you’re really in a bind you can call her on her cell
She might be running errands you can never really tell
The one thing that’s for sure is that she hopes you’re doing well
If you’re really in a bind you can call her on her cell

If she’d pick up I would say
Just let go and seize the day
Hearts would open; lives would bloom
If you’d give them time and give them room
So you’ve got it in control
What if you just let it roll?
This could be the perfect time
Come on in the water’s fine

You can call her but she won’t pick up
You can call her but she won’t pick up
You can call her but she won’t pick up the phone
You can call her; try her on her cell
You can call her; she hopes you’re doing well
You can call her but she won’t pick up the phone

A So Much More Wonderful Me
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

My closet is filled with clothes that don’t fit
Too tight in the waist, not right in the hips
A constant reminder of what I could be
A so much more wonderful me

My shelves, they are filled with books I don’t read
Important ideas and great recipes
With time for myself do you think I could be
A so much more wonderful me?

A so much more wonderful, wonderful me
Wah wah wah wonderful, wonderful me

What do you think, what do you see
Those fabulous people up there on TV?
Everyone loves them, I wish I could be
A so much more wonderful me

Today is tomorrow and still I am here
Mostly the same girl that I was last year
But I thank the heavens for His loving gaze
For soothing my nights and completing my days

Winner takes all, or that’s how it seems
I give it away, silly old me
But I’ve heard it said that just might be the key
To a so much more wonderful me

Wah wah wah wonderful, wonderful me
So much more wonderful, wonderful me

Secret Garden
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I don’t want to be an angry woman
With a brillo pad for a heart
All tangled up and rusted
Just waiting to fall apart
They say love is patient love is kind
Love would never count the cost
But lately I spend half my time
Chewing on what I have lost
I don’t want to talk about it
Nobody really needs to know
Besides, I can barely move
And I’ve just got to let it go

Cause I want to go to Your Secret Garden
I want to rest there for a while
I’ll give to You my secret burdens
I want to laugh, I want to smile

I thought that I could rise above it
Flying high on angel wings
But I just can’t stop thinking of it
How betrayal burns and stings
So take the cold and unobservant
Take the self- important too
The whispered well-intentioned scandals
Everything I give to You

I’ll meet You there in Your Secret Garden
I know just where You will be
I had in mind a brighter Eden
But You I’ll find in Gethsemane

And if You will, You can make me clean
If You will, You can make me clean
If You will, You can make me clean

I’ll follow You to Your Secret Garden
I will watch and wait a while
Won’t You come and take these burdens?
Won’t You give me your sweet smile?

It’s the Little Things
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

It occurred to him that lately his life wasn’t up to par
She was always on the phone or driving kids ‘round in the car
There were wrappers on the dashboard, and toys out in the yard
No, lately his life just wasn’t up to par

He was driving home from work; it had been too long a night
When he noticed a Camaro trying to pass him on the right
So he floored it doing 65 through a yellow light
Just trying to get back home halfway through the night

It’s the little things that get you a little at a time
It’s the Monday morning mirror; it’s the keys that you can’t find
It’s the daily dissing, it’s the daily grind
It’s the little things that get you a little at a time

I was standing in the check out; I was really pressed for time
Some lady with her coupons was holding up the line
She might have saved a dollar but I nearly lost my mind
Standing in the check out really pressed for time

But every now and then something sneaks up from behind
It picks you up again and your whole world is re-aligned
Like when someone says “I’m sorry” and you know they’re really trying
So you say “I forgive you” and you feel just like your flying
And you wonder why you ever let it clutter up your mind
All those little things that got you and your precious little time

I was minding my own business when I smelled a memory
I tried but could not place it, it was sad but it was sweet
And I wondered what had happened to the girl I used to be
I was minding my own business when I smelled a memory

Yes every now and then something takes me by surprise
Like a long lost friend to open up my eyes
And I think I’ll say “I’m sorry” and this time I’ll really try
Cause we’re all just navigating all the craving and the crying
And we really shouldn’t let it clutter up our little minds
And the little things they get me through a little at a time

It’s the little things that get you a little at a time
It’s the magic in the moment when you laugh instead of cry
It’s the bright red of a cardinal, it’s the twinkle in the eye
It’s the little things that get you a little at a time
It’s the little things that get you a little at a time

We Are the Cavalry
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I guess I don’t get out much, and even when I do
It’s piano, soccer, dentists, doctors, groceries, scouts and school
Stockings and high heels? I own quite a few
Still it’s rare they get much wear, running as I do

I’m in a secret army; we’re several million strong
We sort the darks and lights; we sort the right from wrong
We guard our children’s hearts, we are always on patrol
We will raise a generation; we are fighting for their souls

We are the cavalry; we ride out in this world
In our minivans filled with boys and girls
We are the hand that rocks the cradle, we are the missing link
Between love and life, standing steady at our sinks
We are the cavalry, we are the cavalry

Some say we ride in circles, they say that we are fools
Wasting time with kids and driving the car pools
But this culture war is fought and won with nothing less than this
A mother’s loving eyes and a mother’s gentle kiss

We are the cavalry; we ride out in this world
In our minivans filled with boys and girls
We are the hand that rocks the cradle, we are the missing link
Between love and life, standing steady at our sinks
We are the cavalry, we are the cavalry

And we are not afraid to sacrifice for the choices we have made
No we are not afraid to give our lives each and every day

We are the cavalry; we ride out in this world
In our SUVs filled with boys and girls
We are the hand that rocks the cradle, we are the missing link
Between love and life, standing steady at our sinks
We are the cavalry, we are the cavalry
We are the cavalry, we are the cavalry

It’s All You
© 2005 Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I was having a rough day, so I called up an old friend
She was the kind of girl who always understood
So I told her all my troubles, she said you haven’t changed a bit
And if you don’t mind my saying so, sometimes that’s not good

Cause It’s all you
How you’re so stressed and there’s so much that you’ve been through
How they don’t appreciate all that you do
It’s all you

Well that got my attention, and it kind of made me mad
And the afternoon, it went from bad to worse
And I tried to deny it, but the more I tried to fight it
The more I knew that she was right, when she said those words

It’s all you
How you’re so stressed and there’s so much that you’ve been through
How they don’t appreciate all that you do
It’s all you
And you really ought to change your point of view
How do you expect Love to break through
When it’s all you?

So I hung up and I knelt down, what else could I do?
I said, “Take away this angry heart, and lead it back to You

Cause it’s all You
And I’ve really got to change my point of view
Cause it’s not this world that makes my dreams come true
No, it’s all You, it’s all You, it’s all You, it’s all You
It’s all you, it’s all You, it’s all You, it’s all You…It’s all You

If I want Love to break through
I’ve got to change my point of view
It’s not this world that makes my dreams come true

Nine More Months One More Time
© 2005, Marie Bellet, Ordinary Time Music

I really didn’t know how hardened I’d become
Till out of the clear blue came another little one
It stopped me right there in my tracks, it brought me to my knees
He said “Carry on, now, don’t look back. You were made for such as these”
And it’s nine more months one more time

I looked at my calendar and it really didn’t fit
The oldest is in college, the youngest just turned six
And I have places to go and people to see
I was really on a roll, but oh, this changes everything
Nine more months, one more time

Nine more months one more time, just a bit past my prime
I just can’t believe that I’m doing nine more months one more time

It’s four in the morning there are tears in my ears
Lying in the stillness, wrestling with my fears
Do I laugh or do I cry? Where do I begin?
I’d set my soul on cruise control, It must be time to start again

The luncheons and committees, they will have to wait
Those stylish clothes I finally bought will just get out of date
Such consolation prizes were never meant for me
He has filled my emptiness with eternity
And it’s nine more months one more time

Nine more months one more time, I guess that will be just fine
I still can’t believe that I’m doing nine more months one more time

It’s four in the morning and I’m picturing you
Boy or girl, brown or blue?
And I wonder at the Heavens, and I wonder at the Earth
And I close my eyes again and I wonder at rebirth

I really didn’t know how hardened I’d become
Till I felt that tiny kick hello of another little one
It stopped me right there in my tracks, it took my breath away
How could I say no to that? I can’t wait to see your face
And it’s nine more months one more time

Nine more months one more time, I guess that will be just fine
I still can’t believe that I’m doing nine more months one more time
I still can’t believe that I’m doing nine more months one more time