Conversation - Joni Mitchell

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.