Texty: Joni Mitchell. Poor Sad Baby.

Goodbye, I'm bound away on the morning plane
I'll fly around the world, then I'll fly around again
And when I've been from Egypt, to the snows of Nome
Poor, sad baby, that's when I'll be coming home

Rose gardens in the rain and castles in the snow
Post cards from distant places are poor company I know
But when old, gay Paree is just another town
Poor, sad baby, I'll come home and settle down

When I've felt the friendship of a thousand hands
When I'm drunk with the music from a thousand bands, a thousand bands
I'll dance the streets by moonlight and the fields by day
Perchance my jeans won't jingle but the memory coins will stay

I'll be a pauper queen, a poorhouse millionaire
Poor, sad baby, I'll bring you home a dream to share