The Crippled Lion

Michael Nesmith

Slowly, I walk through the gently falling rain


And I know that I will never pass this way again


Never wondering why--teardrops chaffing my eyes





Longing to be where the noted kisses fall


Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all


Blue is the color of the sun


And nothing stops when everything is done





Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes


With the highways making up the verse


And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon


And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed





So I move along to the next thing on the list


Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist


But I am finally alone


And where my foot steps down is where it's home





Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes


With the highways making up the verse


And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon


And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed





So I move along to the next thing on the list


Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist


But I am finally alone


And where my foot steps down is where it's home