Fiona works in a call center
All day dealing with complaints
At night she opens up her sewing box
To forget all her constraints
Sauchiehall Street is her catwalk
For all the creations that she makes
In her mind she sees red carpets
With her designs at center stage

Don't let them tell you that you can't
Don't be sold on their regrets
Just cause you haven't gotten there just means you haven't yet
Small lives
Big dreams

James he is a postie
Out in the morning rain and sleet
He comes home every evening
With new blisters on his feet
But all he wants to do was paint
Swap to soft sand from hard concrete
Landscapes, still life's and portraits
Of all the people that he meets

Don't let them tell you that you can't
Don't be sold on their regrets
Just cause you haven't gotten there just means you haven't yet
Small lives
Big dreams

Don't let them tell you that you can't
Don't be sold on their regrets
Just cause you haven't gotten there just means you haven't yet
Small lives
Big dreams