I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some café
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I am returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You 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 line
Now 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 trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I m so glad to be own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I 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 stone
Well I looked at the granet markers
Those tributes to finality to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
We're only particles of change
I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have this point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving-truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room
I’m travelling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some café
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
©1976 Crazy Crow Music/Joni Mitchell
Qur'an 49:13
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some café
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I am returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You 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 line
Now 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 trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I m so glad to be own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I 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 stone
Well I looked at the granet markers
Those tributes to finality to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
We're only particles of change
I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have this point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving-truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room
I’m travelling in some vehicle
I’m sitting in some café
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
©1976 Crazy Crow Music/Joni Mitchell
Qur'an 49:13