(Joni Mitchell)

He is three

One's in the middle unmoved

Waiting

To show what he sees

To the other two

To the one attacking-so afraid

And the one that keeps trying to love and trust

And getting himself betrayed

In the plan-oh

The divine plan

God must be a boogie man!



One's so sweet

So overly loving and gentle

He lets people in

To his innermost sacred temple

Blind faith to care

Blind rage to kill

Why'd he let them talk him down

To cheap work and cheap thrills

In the plan-oh

The insulting plan

God must be a boogie man!



Which would it be

Mingus one or two or three

Which one do you think he'd want the world to see

Well, world opinion's not a lot of help

When a man's only trying to find out

How to feel about himself!

In the plan-oh

The cock-eyed plan

God must be a boogie man!