Karaoké Coyote Joni Mitchell

No regrets Coyote we just come from such

Different sets of circumstance

I'm up all night in the studios

And you're up early on your ranch

You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail

While the sun is ascending and I'll just be

Getting home with my reel to reel

There's no comprehending just how close to the bone

And the skin and the eyes and the lips you can get

And still feel so alone and still feel related

Like stations in some relay you're not a

A hit and run driver no no racing away

You just picked up a hitcher a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down

In the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night

We rolled right past that tragedy

Till we pulled into some road house lights

Where a local band was playing locals were up kicking and

Shaking on the floor the next thing I know

That Coyote's at my door he pins me in a corner and he won't take no

He drags me out on the dance floor and we're

Dancing close and slow now he's got a woman at home

He's got another woman down the hall he seems to want me anyway

Why'd you have to get so drunk and lead me on that way

You just picked up a hitcher a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

I looked a Coyote right in the face

On the road to Baljennie near my old home town

He went runnin' through the whisker wheat chasing some prize down

And a hawk was playing with him

Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes

He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses

Privately probing the public rooms

Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors

Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers

And their pills and the powders to

Get them through this passion play

No regrets Coyote

I just get off up away

You just picked up a hitcher a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop he's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs

And he picks up my scent on his fingers

While he's watching a waitresses' legs

He's too far from the Bay of Fundy

From appaloosas and eagles and tides

And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides

Are spelling it out so clear either he's going to have to stand and fight

Or take off out of here

I tried to run away myself

To run away and wrestle with my ego

And with this this flame you put here in this Eskimo

In this hitcher in this prisoner

Of the fine white lines of the white lines on the free free way