| Song | Hejira |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Shadows and Light [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| 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 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 cannot be expressed | |
| So now I'm returning to myself | |
| These things that you and | |
| I suppressed | |
| I see something of myself in everyone | |
| Right at this moment of the world | |
| As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
| Waltzing on a bridal girl | |
| You know it never has been easy | |
| Whether you do or you do not resign | |
| Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
| Or you stick to some straighter line | |
| Look here's a man and a woman sittin' on a rock | |
| They're either going to thaw out or freeze | |
| Listen, sounds like | |
| Benny Goodman | |
| Floating through the snowy trees | |
| I'm porous with travel fever | |
| But I'm so glad to be on my own | |
| Still the slightest touch of a stranger | |
| Sets up a trembling in my bones | |
| But I know, no one's going to show me everything | |
| We come and go unknown | |
| Each so deep and so superficial | |
| Between the forceps and the stone | |
| I looked at the granite markers | |
| Those tribute to finality, to eternity | |
| And I looked at myself here | |
| Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality | |
| In the church they light the candles | |
| And the wax rolls down like tears | |
| There is the hope and the hopelessness | |
| I've witnessed all these years | |
| We're only particles of change | |
| I knowWe're just orbiting around the sun | |
| But how can | |
| I have that point of view | |
| When I'm 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 my hotel room | |
| I'm traveling in some vehicle | |
| I'm sitting in some cafe | |
| A defector from the petty wars | |
| Until love sucks me back that way |
| zuo ci : Mitchell | |
| 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 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 cannot be expressed | |
| So now I' m returning to myself | |
| These things that you and | |
| I suppressed | |
| I see something of myself in everyone | |
| Right at this moment of the world | |
| As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
| Waltzing on a bridal girl | |
| You know it never has been easy | |
| Whether you do or you do not resign | |
| Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
| Or you stick to some straighter line | |
| Look here' s a man and a woman sittin' on a rock | |
| They' re either going to thaw out or freeze | |
| Listen, sounds like | |
| Benny Goodman | |
| Floating through the snowy trees | |
| I' m porous with travel fever | |
| But I' m so glad to be on my own | |
| Still the slightest touch of a stranger | |
| Sets up a trembling in my bones | |
| But I know, no one' s going to show me everything | |
| We come and go unknown | |
| Each so deep and so superficial | |
| Between the forceps and the stone | |
| I looked at the granite markers | |
| Those tribute to finality, to eternity | |
| And I looked at myself here | |
| Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality | |
| In the church they light the candles | |
| And the wax rolls down like tears | |
| There is the hope and the hopelessness | |
| I' ve witnessed all these years | |
| We' re only particles of change | |
| I knowWe' re just orbiting around the sun | |
| But how can | |
| I have that point of view | |
| When I' m 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 my hotel room | |
| I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
| I' m sitting in some cafe | |
| A defector from the petty wars | |
| Until love sucks me back that way |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| 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 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 cannot be expressed | |
| So now I' m returning to myself | |
| These things that you and | |
| I suppressed | |
| I see something of myself in everyone | |
| Right at this moment of the world | |
| As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
| Waltzing on a bridal girl | |
| You know it never has been easy | |
| Whether you do or you do not resign | |
| Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
| Or you stick to some straighter line | |
| Look here' s a man and a woman sittin' on a rock | |
| They' re either going to thaw out or freeze | |
| Listen, sounds like | |
| Benny Goodman | |
| Floating through the snowy trees | |
| I' m porous with travel fever | |
| But I' m so glad to be on my own | |
| Still the slightest touch of a stranger | |
| Sets up a trembling in my bones | |
| But I know, no one' s going to show me everything | |
| We come and go unknown | |
| Each so deep and so superficial | |
| Between the forceps and the stone | |
| I looked at the granite markers | |
| Those tribute to finality, to eternity | |
| And I looked at myself here | |
| Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality | |
| In the church they light the candles | |
| And the wax rolls down like tears | |
| There is the hope and the hopelessness | |
| I' ve witnessed all these years | |
| We' re only particles of change | |
| I knowWe' re just orbiting around the sun | |
| But how can | |
| I have that point of view | |
| When I' m 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 my hotel room | |
| I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
| I' m sitting in some cafe | |
| A defector from the petty wars | |
| Until love sucks me back that way |