(4:32) (A. Cordes/J. Mitchell) "I Had A King" performed by Joni
Mitchell used under license from Warner Bros. Records, by
arrangement with Warner Special Products. MCA Music Publishing, A
Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP)/Siquomb Publishing (BMI)
I wore a ring that was taken so hastily. Thinking naively that it
guaranteed my safety. I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across
a shooting star. Saying that's alright, I know the kind of man you
are... (Chorus) Holding on, is like the ways of the wind. Holding
on is like the ways of the wind. How many things I recall I can't
take too far. She's good at collecting and counting all the things
you are. Forever racing the flames she liked to put me through. I
was never a good seahorse but can practice rides on you... Another
world, another space, another mind insist I'm crying... I once
experienced time with you, now all exist through rage and
sighing... Simon says I love you, but not as much as you display,
Who says it's alright, when Simon say's she's yesterday... (Chorus)
Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Like holding
on a Nova Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the
wind. The search for who you are... Underneath love theme lies a
superficial chain. Whatever seduced the barrier thinks everything
should stay the same. I'm meeting my mind say hi, I think I love
you. I never used to run from love. But calculate what I've been
through... Whatever love, whatever vibe, whenever I'm convinced
you're lying... Ask my for my mind and I will ask you why sighs are
dying... Introduce the melancholy I've felt since last I saw you.
You say it's alright, but I'm crushed till it decides upon you...
(Chorus) Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. I
only hope you'll understand. Holding on, holding on is like the
ways of the wind. Finding you've no place to stand... Send my
deepest sympathy to the flowers in December's garden. What's for
sale of your emotions tell me trust can't buy me love, well...
That's OK, tell me of your adventures you know. I bet I could
survive the wind if curiosity's killed the snow for real... Holding
on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Holding on, a Nova
Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. The
constant search for who you are.
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