I ran across the CD Travelogue today- it's an odd duck, two CDs of Joni's songs re-recorded with lugubrious orchestral accompaniment. Some songs I had glossed right over in their more cheerful incarnations lept out at me:
Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
Amelia (not the Travelogue version, but nice)