My mom would say I couldn't keep my hands off the stove
she meant, I found trouble
When I was little I was the one who climbed up into trees
sometimes falling out
I was the one who drove the four wheeler into the ditch
backed the car into a wall or clipped off a rear view mirror
My mom would say my problems with men began early
chasing after crazy boys after dark before I was in high school
More than once I had to explain to folks why I was out with Him
why I was there, what we were doing
Ain't you got no sense? they asked
What were you thinking?
It was never about thinking
Oh, I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil, And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
Joni Mitchell