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 |