Слова:
Mitchell Joni Miles Of Aisles Live

Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin

could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh, I would still be on my feet Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints

The firmament of Tinsel Town Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says, "Where's my own shining hour?" He's the well kept secret

I slept last night in The Fairmont hotel I went shoppin' today for jewels Wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68 And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark

I'll try to keep myself open up to you That's a promise that I made to love When it was new, "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these walls come tumbling