מילים לשיר Nathan La Franeer – Joni Mitchell

I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane
And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again
I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer
The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rearI asked him would he hurry
But we crawled the canyons slowly
With gangs and girly shows
Thru the buyers and the sellers
Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells
The ghostly garden grows I looked thru windowThe cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
The clock struck slowly halfThe city grated thru chromeThru the tunnel tiled and turning
Into daylight once again I am escaping
To symphonies and dirty trees
Once again goodbye The ghostly garden grows
With parks and plastic clothes
He asked me for a dollar more
He hated everyone who paid to ride
He cursed me to my face
And share his common space
I picked my bags up from the curb
And stumbled to the door
Another man reached out his hand
Another hand reached out for more
And I left the fingers counting
And I filled it full of silver
And the sky goes on forever Without meter maids and peace parades
You feed it all your woes
The ghostly garden grows.