Joanne

Michael Nesmith & The First National Band

Joanne



Her name was Joanne

And she lived in a meadow by a pond

And she touched me for a moment

With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love



Then the woman that she was

Drove around with desparation

And I saw as she went

A most hopeless situation

For Joanne and the man and the time

That made them both run



She was only a girl

I know that well but still I could not see

That the hold that she had

Was much stronger than the love she felt for me

But staying with her and my little bit of wisdom

Broke down her desires like a light thru a prism

Into yellows and blues and a tune

That I could not have sung



Tho the essence is gone

I have no tears to cry for her

And my only thoughts of her are kind



Her name was Joanne

And she lived in a meadow by a pond

And she touched me for a moment

With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love



Then the woman that she was

Drove around with desparation

And I saw as she went

A most hopeless situation

For joann and the man and the time

That made them both run