The Priest - Joni Mitchell

The priest sat in the airport bar

He was wearing his father’s tie

And his eyes looked into my eyes so far

Whenever the words ran dry

Behind the lash and the circles blue

He looked as only a priest can, thru

And his eyes said me and his eyes said you

And my eyes said, let us try

He said, «You wouldn’t like it here

No it’s no place you should share

The roof is ripped with hurricanes

And the room is always bare

I need the wind and I seek the cold»

He reached post the wine for my hand to hold

And he saw me young and he saw me old

And he saw me sitting there

Then he took his contradictions out

And he splashed them on my brow

So which words was I then to doubt

When choosing what to vow

Should I choose them all-should I make them mine

The sermons, the hymns and the valentines

And he asked for truth and he asked for time

And he asked for only now

Now the trials are trumpet scored

Oh will we pass the test

Or just as one loves more and more

Will one love less and less

Oh come let’s run from this ring we’re in Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin

Saying let them lose, crying let them win

Oh make them both confess