| Song | Refuge of the Roads |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Dress Rehearsal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| I met a friend of spirit | |
| He drank and womanized | |
| And i sat before his sanity | |
| I was holding back from crying | |
| He saw my complications | |
| And he mirrored me back simplified | |
| And we laughed how our perfection | |
| Would always be denied | |
| "heart and humor and humility" | |
| He said "will lighten up your heavy load" | |
| I left him for the refuge of the roads | |
| I fell in with some drifters | |
| Cast upon a beachtown | |
| Winn dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs | |
| And i wound up fixing dinner | |
| For them and boston jim | |
| I well up with affection | |
| Thinking back down the roads to then | |
| The nets were overflowing | |
| In the gulf of mexico | |
| They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads | |
| There was spring along the ditches | |
| There were good times in the cities | |
| Oh, radiant happiness | |
| It was all so light and easy | |
| Till i started analyzing | |
| And i brought on my old ways | |
| A thunderhead of judgment was | |
| Gathering in my gaze | |
| And it made most people nervous | |
| They just didn't want to know | |
| What i was seeing in the refuge of the roads | |
| I pulled off into a forest | |
| Crickets clicking in the ferns | |
| Like a wheel of fortune | |
| I heard my fate turn, turn turn | |
| And i went running down a white sand road | |
| I was running like a white-assed deer | |
| Running to lose the blues | |
| To the innocence in here | |
| These are the clouds of michelangelo | |
| Muscular with gods and sungold | |
| Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads | |
| In a highway service station | |
| Over the month of june | |
| Was a photograph of the earth | |
| Taken coming back from the moon | |
| And you couldn't see a city | |
| On that marbled bowling ball | |
| Or a forest or a highway | |
| Or me here least of all | |
| You couldn't see these cold water restrooms | |
| Or this baggage overload | |
| Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |
| zuo ci : Mitchell | |
| I met a friend of spirit | |
| He drank and womanized | |
| And i sat before his sanity | |
| I was holding back from crying | |
| He saw my complications | |
| And he mirrored me back simplified | |
| And we laughed how our perfection | |
| Would always be denied | |
| " heart and humor and humility" | |
| He said " will lighten up your heavy load" | |
| I left him for the refuge of the roads | |
| I fell in with some drifters | |
| Cast upon a beachtown | |
| Winn dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs | |
| And i wound up fixing dinner | |
| For them and boston jim | |
| I well up with affection | |
| Thinking back down the roads to then | |
| The nets were overflowing | |
| In the gulf of mexico | |
| They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads | |
| There was spring along the ditches | |
| There were good times in the cities | |
| Oh, radiant happiness | |
| It was all so light and easy | |
| Till i started analyzing | |
| And i brought on my old ways | |
| A thunderhead of judgment was | |
| Gathering in my gaze | |
| And it made most people nervous | |
| They just didn' t want to know | |
| What i was seeing in the refuge of the roads | |
| I pulled off into a forest | |
| Crickets clicking in the ferns | |
| Like a wheel of fortune | |
| I heard my fate turn, turn turn | |
| And i went running down a white sand road | |
| I was running like a whiteassed deer | |
| Running to lose the blues | |
| To the innocence in here | |
| These are the clouds of michelangelo | |
| Muscular with gods and sungold | |
| Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads | |
| In a highway service station | |
| Over the month of june | |
| Was a photograph of the earth | |
| Taken coming back from the moon | |
| And you couldn' t see a city | |
| On that marbled bowling ball | |
| Or a forest or a highway | |
| Or me here least of all | |
| You couldn' t see these cold water restrooms | |
| Or this baggage overload | |
| Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| I met a friend of spirit | |
| He drank and womanized | |
| And i sat before his sanity | |
| I was holding back from crying | |
| He saw my complications | |
| And he mirrored me back simplified | |
| And we laughed how our perfection | |
| Would always be denied | |
| " heart and humor and humility" | |
| He said " will lighten up your heavy load" | |
| I left him for the refuge of the roads | |
| I fell in with some drifters | |
| Cast upon a beachtown | |
| Winn dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs | |
| And i wound up fixing dinner | |
| For them and boston jim | |
| I well up with affection | |
| Thinking back down the roads to then | |
| The nets were overflowing | |
| In the gulf of mexico | |
| They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads | |
| There was spring along the ditches | |
| There were good times in the cities | |
| Oh, radiant happiness | |
| It was all so light and easy | |
| Till i started analyzing | |
| And i brought on my old ways | |
| A thunderhead of judgment was | |
| Gathering in my gaze | |
| And it made most people nervous | |
| They just didn' t want to know | |
| What i was seeing in the refuge of the roads | |
| I pulled off into a forest | |
| Crickets clicking in the ferns | |
| Like a wheel of fortune | |
| I heard my fate turn, turn turn | |
| And i went running down a white sand road | |
| I was running like a whiteassed deer | |
| Running to lose the blues | |
| To the innocence in here | |
| These are the clouds of michelangelo | |
| Muscular with gods and sungold | |
| Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads | |
| In a highway service station | |
| Over the month of june | |
| Was a photograph of the earth | |
| Taken coming back from the moon | |
| And you couldn' t see a city | |
| On that marbled bowling ball | |
| Or a forest or a highway | |
| Or me here least of all | |
| You couldn' t see these cold water restrooms | |
| Or this baggage overload | |
| Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |