Joni On Sunday

 	I am sitting in the front room 
Joni Mitchell through the speakers
And she sounds so sweet and gentle
That my heart goes out to her.
	But the kids out on the hot road
Are all riding on their skateboards
With loud and rowdy voices 
That bruise the peaceful air.
	But I’m sitting in the front room
Joni Mitchell through the speakers
Sweetly singing me a shelter
From the harshness of the world. 

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