Текст песни Night Ride Home - Live 1995 - Joni Mitchell

See, I've got this system of playing that is so peculiar
I have 50 different tunings that I-, that I use and, um
Tonight, I'll be playing in, I think, eight or nine of them
And while they're similar in-in certain ways, because I've tried to
Make this set like in a family of tunings, it's kinda like play-
Like typing on a typewriter where your letters keep moving around
So from time to time, I, like
I land on the figures from the last tuning
So I just did that, forgive me

This is a song about a beautiful night spent, uh
In, uh-, on the Fourth of July, in Hawaii

Once in a while, in a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist invented this Fourth of July (see, there's one)
Night ride home (through California)

Hula girls and caterpillar
Tractors in the sand, the ukulele man
The fireworks, this Fourth of July
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones 'til Friday
Far from the overkill, far from the overload

Back at the bar, the band tears down
But out here, in the headlight beams
The silver powerlines gleam on this Fourth of July
Night ride home

We come around the curve, and a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside, rev for stride, Fourth of July
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones 'til Friday
Far from the overkill, far from the overload

Once in a while, in a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist invented this Fourth of July
Night ride home

On a night ride home
On a night ride home
On a night ride home
On a night ride home