Paroles: Joni Mitchell. Court And Spark. The Same Situation.

Again and again, the same situation for so many years
Tethered to a ringing telephone in a room full of mirrors
A pretty girl in your bathroom, checking out her sex appeal
I asked myself when you said you loved me
"Do you think this can be real?"

Still I sent up my prayer, wondering where it had to go
With Heaven full of astronauts and the Lord on death row
While the millions of His lost and lonely ones
Call out and clamor to be found
Caught in their struggle for higher positions
And their search for love that sticks around

You've had lots of lovely women, now you turn your gaze to me
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection to see if I'm worthy
Like the church, like a cop, like a mother, you want me to be truthful
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And I need your approval

Still I sent up my prayer, wondering who was there to hear
I said, "Send me somebody who's strong and somewhat sincere"
With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
I called out to be released
Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
And my search for love that don't seem to cease