joni mitchell
same situation
Again and again the same situation For so many years Tethered to a ringing telephone In a room full to mirrors A pretty girl in your bathroom Checking out her sex appeal I asked myself when you said you loved me "Do you think this can be real?"  Still, I sent up my prayer Wondering where it had to go With heaven full of astronauts And the Lord on death row While the millions of his lost and lonely ones Call out and glamour to be found Caught in their struggle for higher positions And their search for love that sticks around  You've had lots of lovely women Now you turn your gaze to me Weighing the beauty and the imperfection To see if I'm worthy Like the church Like a cop Like a mother You want me to be truthful Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though And I need your approval  Still, I sent up my prayer Wondering who was there to hear I said "Send me somebody Who's strong, and somewhat sincere" With the millions of the lost and lonely ones I called out to be released Caught in my struggle for higher achievements And my search for love That don't seem to cease