Song Description

me and joni, down the years

Lyrics

No regrets miss Mitchell
We just came from such different sets of circumstance
You were out in California
I was 10 thousand miles away
You?d be brushing up a masterpiece
While the sun was ascending
I?d just be getting home in the english rain
There?s no comprehending
Just how close to your bone and your skin and your eyes
and your lips I could get
But still be home alone
Yet still be related
as hopeless fan and heroine
You weren?t a hit parade singer no no
Selling your soul
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

You turned my whole world blue
Caught me up in your court and spark
When I was just a helpless ingénue
Burned my soul with an indelible mark
To the hissing of your summer lawns
To your big bad jungle line beat
I?d sway and swoon as the feeling grew
And lay the roses at your feet
I dreamed the dreams and the false alarms
Fell for all the picture postcard harms
Crashed like icarus into your arms
Took my temporary lovers
And my pills and powders to get me through this passion play
But no regrets miss Mitchell
It al turned out OK
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

No regrets Miss Mitchell
Oh we had so much fun
When you were don juan?s reckless daughter
And I was don juan?s reckless son
But I?ve looked at life from both sides now
Tasted blue steel and fire so sweet
And I could drink a case of you
And still be on my feet
Through the judgement of the moon and stars
I?ve been searching for a man from mars
But I know I will never find
Another woman of such heart and mind
And still I try to wrestle with my ego
With this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In the hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines on the freeway