I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shocked love awayThere's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky todayIn our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressedI see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girlYou know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter lineNow here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through' the snow and the pinewood treesI'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bonesI know, no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stoneWell I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortalityIn the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty yearsWe're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someoneWhite flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel roomI'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
Songwriters
MITCHELL, JONIPublished by
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