Paprika Plains Joni Mitchell

[Verse 1]
It fell from midnight skies
It drummed on the galvanized
In the washroom, women tracked the rain
Up to the make-up mirror
Liquid soap and grass
And Jungle Gardenia crash
On Pine-Sol and beer
It's stifling in here
I've got to get some air
I'm going outside to get some air

[Verse 2]
Back in my hometown
They would have cleared the floor
Just to watch the rain come down
They're such sky-oriented people
Geared to changing weather
I'm floating off in time
I'm floating off
I'm floating off in time

[Verse 3]
When I was three feet tall
And wide-eyed open to it all
With their tasseled teams they came
To McGee's General Store
All in their beaded leathers
I would tie on colored feathers
And I'd beat the drum like war
I would beat the drum like war
I'd beat the drum
I'd beat the drum like war