A young Joni Mitchell
for freaks,
is staring straight at me but passing me by
as for me I lost the ambition
to speak
when youâre not here to do
the talking
Itâs not that I want you back,
but I admit that I sometimes
can miss,
the feeling of being known and to know
the safety of just being safe
But I wish that youâd tell me
in time
I could sense something before
But if somethingâs not
there anymore
Tell me in time so that I wonât
be completely lost
Iâm wise not to utter a word,
so nothing of substance
is heard
they wonât notice if
Iâm disturbed
to this block full of flat people
the familiar entrance is blocked
Itâs such a strange game
that we play
Too many people in just
one room
Too many things to say
and only hands to do
the talking
Hands that are tied behind
our backs,
Hands that are busy
being normal
I could tell you didnât want
me tonight
I hope that you want
me tomorrow
Secretive acting though
nothing is secret,
The only thing secret is you, Iâm not pushing anything
on you
You know my position is to stand back and watch you
Grow with the part, or just leave with my heart,
Iâm not pushing anything
on you,
Iâm not rushing into anything
with you
that you wouldnât want me to do
But I wish that youâd tell me
in time
I could sense something before
But if somethingâs not there anymore
Tell me in time so that I wonât be
completely lost
This is not what I expected
to find,
your pictureâs been hung
upside down,
but your well-being ainât mine
Tell me in time, so that I wonât be completely lost, in your world