"When I thought life had some meaning / Then I thought I had some choice . . . / And I made some value judgments / In a self-important voice," Mitchell sings in one of her new numbers, perhaps speaking for a burned-out generation of angry activists and cynics: "All we ever wanted was to come in from the cold."
Fans may well take this verse as an explanation--if not an apology--for the caustic, combative social commentary that characterized much of Mitchell's work over the last decade. But regardless of the intended allusion, the Mitchell of "Night Ride Home" is certainly a far sight more mellow than the agitated Mitchell of "Dog Eat Dog" and other '80s albums. She knows too much to ever again be the sweet lady of the canyon a counterculture adored, but this is an agreeably peaceful, and surprisingly peaceable, thawing out, characterized by hard-won warmth.
Not that the album is without its ominous touches--as in "The Windfall," a greed parable about divorce settlements, "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," an adaptation of a chilling Yeats poem, and "Cherokee Louise," about a runaway molested child.
But it's indicative of Mitchell's sense of renewal that two songs here are written from the perspective of a juvenile, even while her sense of romanticism is most at work in other tracks that frankly acknowledge middle age: