Joanna Newsom live at Pitchfork: new song on piano

If I had the space of half a day I’m ashamed of half the things I say I’m ashamed to have turned out this way Well I desire to make amends But it don’t make no difference now And no one’s listening anyhow And lists of sins and a solemn vow Can’t make you any friends There’s an old trick played when the light and the wine Conspire to make me think I’m fine I’m not but I have got half a mind To maybe get there yet When the sky goes pink in Paris, France Do you think of the girl who used to dance When you’d frame her moving within your hands Saying this I won’t forget What happened to the man you were When you loved somebody before her Did you die or does that man endure Somewhere far away? Our lives come easy and our lives come hard And we carry them like a pack of cards Some we don’t use but we don’t discard And we keep for a rainy day