Sunday night, was bored you see
I did something I do rarely
No, not anything crazy
Watched the Grammys on TV
I saw a woman on the stage
A woman of a certain age
I thought 'I know her..omg!
Could that be you, Joni?'
I thought 'My god, what the hell!
It's you! It's you, Joni Mitchell!
Excuse me but I must be told
When did you get so old?'
I really must apologize
Looking at her through different eyes
The eyes I had when I was young
And all her songs I sung
Want to see who's old? Not her
Take a look in the mirror
You happy with what you see?
Not like you used to be
At least I have the memory
Of hours spent, listening to she
Of all the artists I recall
Joni, you're the best of all!