(4:32) (A. Cordes/J. Mitchell) "I Had A King" performed by Joni Mitchell used under license from Warner Bros. Records, by arrangement with Warner Special Products. MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP)/Siquomb Publishing (BMI) I wore a ring that was taken so hastily. Thinking naively that it guaranteed my safety. I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across a shooting star. Saying that's alright, I know the kind of man you are... (Chorus) Holding on, is like the ways of the wind. Holding on is like the ways of the wind. How many things I recall I can't take too far. She's good at collecting and counting all the things you are. Forever racing the flames she liked to put me through. I was never a good seahorse but can practice rides on you... Another world, another space, another mind insist I'm crying... I once experienced time with you, now all exist through rage and sighing... Simon says I love you, but not as much as you display, Who says it's alright, when Simon say's she's yesterday... (Chorus) Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Like holding on a Nova Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. The search for who you are... Underneath love theme lies a superficial chain. Whatever seduced the barrier thinks everything should stay the same. I'm meeting my mind say hi, I think I love you. I never used to run from love. But calculate what I've been through... Whatever love, whatever vibe, whenever I'm convinced you're lying... Ask my for my mind and I will ask you why sighs are dying... Introduce the melancholy I've felt since last I saw you. You say it's alright, but I'm crushed till it decides upon you... (Chorus) Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. I only hope you'll understand. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Finding you've no place to stand... Send my deepest sympathy to the flowers in December's garden. What's for sale of your emotions tell me trust can't buy me love, well... That's OK, tell me of your adventures you know. I bet I could survive the wind if curiosity's killed the snow for real... Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Holding on, a Nova Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. The constant search for who you are.