Joanne

Michael Nesmith

Her name was Joanne


And she lived near a meadow


By a pond


And she touched me for a moment


With a look that spoke to me


Of her sweet long





Then the woman that she was


Drove her on with desperation


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 through a prism


Into yellows and blues


And the tune that I could not have sung





Though 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 near a meadow by a pond


And she touched me for a moment


With a look that spoke to me


Of her sweet long





Then the woman that she was


Drove her on with desperation


And I saw as she went


A most hopeless situation


For Joanne and the man


And the time that made them both run





For Joanne and the man


And the time that made them both run