From the KSPS PBS studios, Its Inland sessions.

♪ Ive got these painted fingers ♪Belly full of berries, Running down the mountain♪ KSPS PBS welcomes North Idaho's Hanna Meehan ♪ & while I can't fly, I'll... ♪ ♪ ♪ If he tells you he's been traveling round Looking for a ♪ ♪ spot to settle down ♪ He tells you that he left it all behind ♪ ♪ If you're anything like me you'll picture a movie-worthy ♪ ♪ road trip & you're the leading lady of this romance ♪ ♪ Well ask him what he's running from, ♪ ♪ Ask him how he'll know when he finds the one Ask him how many ♪ ♪ times he found her before ya I can't guarantee but I think it ♪ ♪ might just be ♪ These traveling boys are just running from themselves ♪ ♪ Like cowgirls in old country songs Somehow, I still got it ♪ ♪ wrong ♪ Figured he'd figure it out just for me ♪ ♪ I really thought our love was unlike any that'd come before ♪ ♪ Sure wouldn't listened had you told me ♪ ♪ To ask him what he's running from, ♪ ♪ Ask him how he'll know when he finds the one Ask him how many ♪ ♪ times he found her before ya I can't guarantee but I think it ♪ ♪ might just be ♪ These traveling boys are just running from themselves ♪ ♪ Well honey it's not you he's looking for He's searching for ♪ ♪ a piece of his soul So let him drive right on through ♪ ♪ & if he comes back around thinking that's the spot to ♪ ♪ settle down ♪ ♪ I suggest you see if he'll answer you when you ♪ ♪ Ask him what he's running from, ♪ ♪ Ask him how he'll know when he finds the one Ask him how many ♪ ♪ times he found her before ya I can't guarantee but I think it ♪ ♪ might just be ♪ These traveling boys are just running from themselves ♪ ♪ I didn't make it with mine ♪ But maybe if you give yours a little more time He'll have an ♪ ♪ honest reply when you ♪ Ask him what he's running from, ♪ ♪ Ask him how he'll know when he finds the one Ask him how many ♪ ♪ times he found her before ya I can't guarantee but I think it ♪ ♪ might just be ♪ These traveling boys are just running from themselves ♪ ♪ Ask him what he's running from, ♪ ♪ Ask him how he'll know when he finds the one Ask him how many ♪ ♪ times he found her before ya I can't guarantee but I think it ♪ ♪ might just be ♪ ♪ These traveling boys are just running from themselves♪ ♪ So let 'em run ♪ I grew up in western Washington.

My grandmother grew up in Sandpoint, and so I grew up going there in the summers.

And spending a few weeks there, and just always felt very attached to it, hearing her stories.

So I've been living there for almost five years now.

it's cool to get to be a part of such a such a, tight knit community.

I teach music, so I teach.

I see all the kids.

I'm an elementary teacher.

Kindergarten through fifth is general music.

And then sixth grade is beginning band.

And I have all the kids in the whole school, which is really fun.

♪ ♪ Streetlights on ♪ Mothwings gather round ♪ ♪ They flitter & they flutter as they talk about their days ♪ ♪ That's what I'd like to think anyways ♪ ♪ Storefronts closed ♪ ♪ Windows dark all but one ♪ ♪ A warm glow ♪ ♪ From a sign in front saying "Coffee's still on" ♪ ♪ She walks in her head bowed low ♪ ♪ Looking at her laces ♪ ♪ Her eyebrows are the thinking kind ♪ ♪ Hinting of the worlds of thought inside her mind ♪ ♪ He sits in a corner ♪ ♪ Looking small behind the oakwood table ♪ ♪ Tired eyes held open by the contents of his cup ♪ ♪ Ever-shrinking space between the pages & his face ♪ ♪ She takes her coffee black & melts into the seat by his side♪ ♪ & they breathe in♪ ♪ & they breathe out ♪ ♪ Late night coffee melancholy keeping them around ♪ ♪ as they breathe in ♪ ♪ & they breathe out ♪ ♪ Late night coffee melancholy keeping them around ♪ ♪ Thoughtful minds come to rest ♪ Finding refuge from the world & all its harshness ♪ ♪ Thoughtful minds come to rest ♪ Finding refuge from the world & all its harshness ♪ ♪ as they breathe in ♪ ♪ & they breathe out ♪ ♪ Late night coffee melancholy keeping them around ♪ ♪ as they breathe in ♪ ♪ & they breathe out ♪ ♪ Late night coffee melancholy keeping them around ♪ ♪ It's raining outside & I'm wondering if you're feeling ♪ ♪ quite like I am ♪ ♪ It's dark & it's gloomy in parts of my mind ♪ ♪ Still, I can't quite get a cry in ♪ ♪ Standing here, watching these raindrops drip down ♪ ♪ Can they please count as my tears?

♪ ♪ La da da da da ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ I can't go back to who I was before I knew your name ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ Like Earnest Hemingway ♪ ♪ You said you're glad that our paths crossed & that you hope ♪ ♪ we meet again ♪ ♪ I held you tightly just wondering wishing we knew when♪ ♪ Standing here, watching these raindrops drip down ♪ ♪ Can they please count as my tears?

♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ I can't go back to who I was before I knew your name ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ Like Earnest Hemingway ♪ ♪ I think our souls are made of the same stuff ♪ ♪ I think that you & I both know ♪ ♪ Because I haven't seen the world the same since the day ♪ ♪ that we met ♪ ♪ No matter which way our paths decide to go ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ I can't go back to who I was before I knew your name ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ Like Earnest Hemingway ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ I can't go back to who I was before I knew your name ♪ ♪ Nothing has changed yet so little stayed the same ♪ ♪ Like Earnest Hemingway ♪ ♪ It's raining outside & I'm wondering if you're feeling ♪ ♪ quite like I am ♪ I like to write songs that I want to connect with other people.

And so it's kind of a process of weaving my own experiences and emotions and views of different things, weaving that in with something I can share or connect with other people on, with the end goal of meeting people and connecting people and bringing joy to other people.

So most of my songs are written with the intention of being listenable and not being not being too personal.

♪ ♪ Took off for Tennessee this morning ♪ ♪ All my bags are packed, got my guitar in the back ♪ ♪ Took off for Tennessee this morning ♪ ♪ Leaving home behind, leaving him behind ♪ ♪ & by the time that he hears this song playing ♪ ♪ I will be much too far gone for him ♪ ♪ He chose me, I chose the music♪ ♪ I chose my guitar & these chords & my fingers on these ♪ ♪ strings ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ There's no denying that inside I know my heart was meant to ♪ ♪ sing ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ Became his fiancée just two months ago ♪ ♪ Thought we were it, we were planning on getting hitched ♪ ♪ Maybe a couple kids in our future ♪ ♪ & we had our whole lives in front of us ♪ ♪ But I've got my whole life in front of me ♪ ♪ He chose me, I chose the music ♪ ♪ I chose my guitar & these chords & my fingers on these ♪ ♪ strings ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ There's no denying that inside I know my heart was meant to ♪ ♪ sing ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ & I know that he'll have a happy life ♪ ♪ & I know that he'll find a pretty wife to replace what we ♪ ♪ could've been ♪ ♪ What I know that we shouldn't have been ♪ ♪ So here I am choosing the music ♪ ♪ Choosing my guitar & these chords & my fingers on these ♪ ♪ strings ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ There's no denying that inside I know my heart was meant to ♪ ♪ sing ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ I chose the music ♪ ♪ ♪ Records spinning & we're dancing in the kitchen ♪ ♪ I stand on your toes ♪ ♪ Sideways sunlight slipping through the windows Making sure♪ ♪ all the plants grow ♪ ♪ Hand-dipped candle dripping on the piano next to the greenvase♪ ♪ Holding all the flowers that I Held on our wedding day ♪ ♪ Our cares out the door, we don't need them anymore ♪ ♪ Your books stacked next to mine They're spilling off the♪ ♪ shelves You read to chapter nine while I Fell asleep on the♪ ♪ couch ♪ ♪ Our cares out the door, they don't live here anymore ♪ ♪ Records spinning & we're dancing in the kitchen ♪ ♪ Sideways sunlight slipping through the windows ♪ ♪ Our cares out the door, they don't live here anymore ♪ I started writing a lot my last couple years of high school, because there is a cool little, it was like it was called the Guitar Cafe.

So I started going there and doing open mics every week, and at the same time I was like, inspired to start writing stuff these last, I would say last two, two and a half years, as I've been playing around Sandpoint, I've again been encouraged to write more so that I can have something of myself to share at gigs rather than just doing covers, ♪ Rowan & lilac are two good friends ♪ ♪ Rowan blossoms when lilac ends ♪ Knowing beauty, neither pretends they're more worthy ♪ ♪ In the wind they both seem to bend ♪ ♪ Together they stand in the winter ♪ ♪ Once they've made it through the fall ♪ ♪ Standing fully dressed in white ♪ ♪ Soon Spring begins to call ♪ ♪ Rowan & lilac are two good friends ♪ ♪ Rowan blossoms when lilac ends ♪ Knowing beauty, neither pretends they're more worthy ♪ ♪ In the wind they both seem to bend ♪ ♪ Lilac invites all the butterflies ♪ ♪ Rowan invites the birds ♪ ♪ They bask in each other's company ♪ ♪ Among glorious songs & whispers ♪ ♪ Rowan & lilac are two good friends ♪ ♪ Rowan blossoms when lilac ends ♪ Knowing beauty, neither pretends they're more worthy ♪ ♪ In the wind they both seem to bend ♪ ♪ Here I sit on my back step ♪ ♪ Watching friendship older than I ♪ ♪ Wondering what they think of me ♪ ♪ & other passers-by ♪ ♪ I think they know that I love them so ♪ ♪ I hope they know that I see ♪ ♪ The ways that they protect my home ♪ ♪ The ways they care for me ♪ ♪ Rowan & lilac are two good friends ♪ ♪ Rowan blossoms when lilac ends ♪ Knowing beauty, neither pretends they're more worthy ♪ ♪ In the wind they both seem to bend ♪ ♪ Rowan & lilac are two good friends ♪ This song is called Pink Painted Fingers.

I wrote some poetry while backpacking about picking huckleberries.

I was very inspired by the book Braiding Sweetgrass and was feeling just deeply grateful for all of the gifts that creation and the outdoors has to offer.

So, I'd picked a lot of huckleberries and was hiking home, and I read this as a poem, and then came home and combined it with some other lyrics that I'd had kind of set aside and wrote this, Pink Painted Fingers.

♪ ♪ Pink-painted fingers ♪ ♪ Belly full of berries ♪ ♪ Running down the mountain ♪ ♪ Running towards home ♪ ♪ Knowing what it is to be held by the earth ♪ ♪ & covered by the sky ♪ ♪ As the bat wing whispers give their last good night ♪ ♪ Sometimes I wish that I had wings, ♪ ♪ I would fly above green canopies, ♪ ♪ Talk to all my friends in a song.

♪ ♪ Gliding swiftly on the wind, beneath the clouds, above the ♪ ♪ sea ♪ ♪ Do the birds ever wish they were me?

♪ ♪ Probably not 'cause who would trade such elegance ♪ ♪ For arms & legs & so-called common sense ♪ ♪ I have to think so hard to find my way home, I'll betcha♪ ♪ I'll betcha they just know ♪ ♪ Pink-painted fingers ♪ ♪ Belly full of berries ♪ ♪ Running down the mountain ♪ ♪ Running towards home ♪ ♪ & while I can't fly, I'll watch the ones who can go by♪ ♪ & learn what I can about ♪ ♪ How to live this life ♪ ♪ Pink-painted fingers ♪ ♪ Belly full of berries ♪ ♪ Running down the mountain ♪ ♪ Running towards home ♪ ♪ Knowing what it is to be held by the earth ♪ ♪ & covered by the sky ♪ ♪ As the bat wing whispers give their last good night ♪ ♪ Pink-painted fingers ♪ ♪ Belly full of berries ♪ ♪ Running down the mountain ♪ ♪ Running towards home ♪ ♪ Closest that I'll ever be to having my own wings ♪ ♪ I'm right where I'm meant to be, I'm right where I'm meant ♪ ♪ to be ♪ ♪ I'm just who I'm made to be, I'm just who I'm made to be ♪ ♪ I've got these pink-painted fingers ♪ ♪ Belly full of berries ♪ ♪ Running down the mountain ♪ ♪ Running towards home ♪ ♪ Knowing what it is to be held by the earth ♪ ♪ & covered by the sky ♪ ♪ As the bat wing whispers give their last good night ♪