A strange boy is weaving A course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard Thru midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think he's foolish and childish
I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of
There's a crow flying Black and ragged Tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down To pick up on something shiny I
tell them you've got germs I hope you'll be thinking of me Because I'll be thinking of you While I'm traveling home alone Tell those girls that you've got Joni
No regrets Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy'
I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there
I met a friend of spirit He drank and womanized And I sat before his sanity I was holding back from crying He saw my complications And he mirrored me
I went to Staten Island, Sharon To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with
I went to Staten Island To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly
I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from these petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When
tell them you?ve got germs I hope you?ll be thinking of me Because I?ll be thinking of you While I?m traveling home alone Tell those girls that you?ve got Joni
There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny I
Come and take me by the hand There's so much to be seen The fields are dancing daisy bright Hills are dappled green Winter wind has ceased her labor
I met a friend of spirit He drunk [Incomprehensible] As I sat before his sanity I was holding back from crying He saw my complications And he mirrored
Traduzione: Mitchell Joni. Egira.
