I had a king

I had a king in a tenement castle Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown He's taken the curtains down He's swept with the broom of contempt And the rooms have an empty ring  He's cleaned with the tears  Of an actor who fears for the laughter's sting  I can't go back there anymore  You know my keys won't fit the door  You know my thoughts don't fit the man  They never can they never can I had a king dressed in drip-dry and paisley  Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind  He lives in another time  Ladies in gingham still blush  While he sings them of wars and wine  But I in my leather and lace  I can never become that kind  I can't go back there anymore  You know my keys won't fit the door  You know my thoughts don't fit the man  They never can they never can I had a king in a salt-rusted carriage  Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon Beware of the power of moons There's no one to blame No there's no one to name as a traitor here  The king's on the road And the queen's in the grove till the end of the year I can't go back there anymore  You know my keys won't fit the door  You know my thoughts don't fit the man  They never can they never can © 1968; Siquomb Publishing Company  -- Joni Mitchell