You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness.

In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I'm returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed.

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still b…

Joni, you have more class than Richard Nixon, Mick Jagger, and Gomer Pyle combined!

I'm always looking for meaningful one-night stands.

The kind of relatedness to the world may be noble or trivial, but even being related to the basest kind of pattern is immensely preferable to being alone.

'Cause it can feel like perfection, but never all the time. But you don't wanna be alone again.