Joni Mitchell - Jeremy Lyrics
Jeremy sits in the sun and he stares at the stripesOn the floor from the bars on the door,Thinking of rabbits he kept as a childIn a chicken wire cage; he remembers the rageOf his father the night he made his one call;The relative stranger who left him to fallTo the mercy of judges with no shield at all.Now he sits and he stares at the punishing wall.Jeremy picks up the crayon he saved and heWrites in the dark and he thinks of the parkAnd the flowers he gave to the girl with the bells.He remembers he smile; it was gone at the trial.Hear the footsteps of night guards patrolling the halls.There are coughers and talkers who dont sleep at all.midst the cursewords and worse wordsThat someone had scrawledHe writes her a poem on the punishing wall.Mary, sweet mary, its dark and its cold;Its all of the stories youve ever been told.Keep the jar on the window, keep the lock on the door.Keep your mind on the man; keep away from the store.Oh, jeremy gentle, oh, jeremy kindAs you walk with the thieves and the killers believeThat our numbers are growin; the change has to come.Put resentment aside; dont turn bitter and die
