Текст: Joni Mitchell. Night Ride Home. Nothing Can Be Done.

Must I forgive you each time
And say you don't know what you're doing
There are no victimless crimes I know of
Out here in these graffiti ruins, my love

Oh, I am not old, I'm told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don't start my heart is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done

I heard you leaving, oh, late last night
I heard you screaming down the mountain
Like you were running red lights
You had some trash-can-rock-band pounding

Oh, I am not old, I'm told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don't start my heart is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Nothing, oh
Nothing can be done

Must I surrender, oh, with grace
The things I loved when I was younger, sweet embrace
Must I remember your face so well
Nothing can be done
What do I do here with this hunger?

Oh, I am not old, I'm told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don't start my heart is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done

And nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Can be done
Oh, nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
And nothing can be done
Nothing can be done

Nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Nothing can be done