From memory (except lines 3&4 of the second stanza)

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68.
He told me that romantics all meet the same fate
Someday; cynical and drunk and boring someone in a dark cafe.
You laugh, he said. You think you're immune."
Go look in your eyes; they're full of moon.
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies.
Pretty lies, when you going to realize they're only pretty lies?

Richard went up to the Wurlitzer
And pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr.
And a barmaid came by in fishnet stockings and a bowtie
And said drink up now; it's getting on time to close.
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said.
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head.
You've got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming.
Listen, they sing of love so sweet. When you going to get yourself back on you feet?
Love can be so sweet.

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolater.
He drinks at home most nights with the TV on and all the house lights left up bright.
I'm going to blow this damned candle out; I got nothing to talk to anyone about.
All good dreamers pass this way someday. Hiding behind bottles in dark cafes.
When am I going to get my gorgeous wings and fly away?
Only a phase, these dark cafe days.

-Joni Mitchell