Joni Mitchell Conversation
He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find I bring him grapes and cheeses He brings me songs to play He sees me when he pleases I see him in cafes And I only say, hello And turn away before his lady knows How much I want to see him She removes him, like a ring To wash her hands She only brings him out to show her friends I want to free him. Secrets and sharing soda That's how our time began Love is a story told to a friend It's second hand But I'll listen to his questions I'll give my answers when they're found He says she keeps him guessing I know she keeps him down She speaks in sorry sentences Miraculous repentances I don't believe her Tomorrow he will come to me And speak his sorrow endlessly and ask me why Why can't I leave her? He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find.
