Joni Mitchell - The Priest Lyrics
The priest sat in the airport barHe was wearing his fathers tieAnd his eyes looked into my eyes so farWhenever the words ran dryBehind the lash and the circles blueHe looked as only a priest can, thruAnd his eyes said me and his eyes said youAnd my eyes said, let us tryHe said, you wouldnt like it hereNo its no place you should shareThe roof is ripped with hurricanesAnd the room is always bareI need the wind and I seek the coldHe reached post the wine for my hand to holdAnd he saw me young and he saw me oldAnd he saw me sitting thereThen he took his contradictions outAnd he splashed them on my browSo which words was I then to doubtWhen choosing what to vowShould I choose them all-should I make them mineThe sermons, the hymns and the valentinesAnd he asked for truth and he asked for timeAnd he asked for only nowNow the trials are trumpet scoredOh will we pass the testOr just as one loves more and moreWill one love less and lessOh come lets run from this ring were inWhere the christians clap and the germans grinSaying let them lose, crying let them winOh make them both confess
