Cactus Tree - Joni Mitchell

    There's a man who's been out sailing
    In a decade full of dreams
    And he takes her to a schooner
    And he treats her like a queen
    Bearing beads from California
    With their amber stones and green
    He has called her from the harbor
    He has kissed her with his freedom
    He has heard her off to starboard
    In the breaking and the breathing
    Of the water weeds
    While she was busy being free

    There's a man who's climbed a mountain
    And he's calling out her name
    And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
    He calls again
    He can think her there beside him
    He can miss her just the same
    He has missed her in the forest
    While he showed her all the flowers
    And the branches sang the chorus
    As he climbed the scaley towers
    Of a forest tree
    While she was somewhere being free

    There's a man who's sent a letter
    And he's waiting for reply
    He has asked her of her travels
    Since the day they said goodbye
    He writes "Wish you were beside me
    We can make it if we try"
    He has seen her at the office
    With her name on all his papers
    Thru the sharing of the profits
    He will find it hard to shake her
    From his memory
    And she's so busy being free

    There's a lady in the city
    And she thinks she loves them all
    There's the one who's thinking of her
    There's the one who sometimes calls
    There's the one who writes her letters
    With his facts and figures scrawl
    She has brought them to her senses
    They have laughed inside her laughter
    Now she rallies her defenses
    For she fears that one will ask her
    For eternity
    And she's so busy being free

    There's a man who sends her medals
    He is bleeding from the war
    There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
    There's a drummer and a dreamer
    And you know there may be more
    She will love them when she sees them
    They will lose her if they follow
    And she only means to please them
    And her heart is full and hollow
    Like a cactus tree
    While she's so busy being free
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