Ashen eyes, aiming for the stars
Armed with her scars
She wears them like a crown

The sign of the times, sneak a peak behind
But Joni wrote those lines
Ages ago

Here we stand, miles from the charts
a bullseye for darts
That are flying off the mark

We’re dinosaurs, ready to fall
While the little kids spill out all
Their innermost beans

Have a final toast
Wave your arms from coast to coast to coast
While you tryna wake the comatose
Have them walk your way

Just one final toast
We'll sing it to the sun, the birds, the souls
Sing it to the flowers and the stones
Let them hear your say


Strange to think in so little time
We've gone from sublime
to far beneath the ground
But after a while, we all wanna be
Joni or Patti
It's a spiral game.

And a whole flange of ooos.