Blonde In The Bleachers - Joni Mitchell

    The blonde in the bleachers
    She flips her hair for you
    Above the loudspeakers
    You start to fall
    She follows you home
    But you miss living alone
    You can still hear sweet mysteries
    Calling you
    The bands and the roadies
    Lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em
    It's pleasure to try 'em
    It's trouble to keep 'em
    'Cause it seems like you've gotta give up
    Such a piece of your soul
    When you give up the chase
    Feeling it hot and cold
    You're in Rock'n'Roll
    It's the nature of the race
    It's the unknown child
    So sweet and wild
    It's youth
    It's too good to waste

    She tapes her regrets
    To the microphone stand
    She says "You can't hold the hand
    Of a Rock'n'Roll man
    Very long
    Or count on your plans
    With a Rock'n'Roll man
    Very long
    Compete with the fans
    For your Rock'n'Roll man
    For very long
    The girls and the bands
    And the Rock'n'Roll man"

    Marco Giunco
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