Conversation by Joni Mitchell

He comes for conversation, I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation, he knows that's what he'll find
I bring him apples and cheeses, he brings me songs to play
He sees me when he pleases, I see him in cafes
And I only say, hello, and turn away before his lady knows
How much I want to see him
She removes him, like a ring to wash her hands
She only brings him out to show her friends
I want to free him
 
Secrets and sharing soda, that's how our time began
Love is a story told to a friend, it's secondhand
But I'll listen to his questions, I'll give my answers when they're found
He says she keeps him guessing, but I know she keeps him down
She speaks in sorry sentences, miraculous repentances
I don't believe her
Tomorrow he will come to me and speak his sorrow endlessly 
And ask me why
Why can't I leave her?
 
 
He comes for conversation, I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation, he knows that's what he'll find
He knows that's what--- he'll find