The Priest by Joni Mitchell

The Priest sat in the airport bar, 
he was wearing his fathers tie
And his eyes looked into my eyes so far 
whenever the words ran dry
Behind the lash and the circle blue 
he looked as only a priest can through
 
And his eyes said me
And his eyes said you
And my eyes said let us try.
He said, "You wouldn't like it here, no it's no place you should share"
"The roof is ripped with hurricanes and the room is always bare"
"I need the wind and recieve the cold",
He reached past the wine for my hand to hold
And he saw me young and he saw me old                                    
and he saw me sitting there
Then he took his contradictions out and he
splashed them on my brow
 
So which words was I then to doubt 
when choosing what to vow                                                         
Should I choose them all, should I make them mine? 
The sermons, the hymns, and the valentines?                                    
And he asked for truth
And he asked for time
And he asked for only now.
Now the trials are trumpet-scored,
Oh, will we pass the   test
Or just as one loves more and more, 
will one love less and less                                                         
Oh come,let's run from this ring we're in, 
where the Christians clap and the Germans  grin            
Saying let them lose
Try and let them win                                              
Oh, make them both confess.