Karaoké Joanne Michael Nesmith

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 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 a 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 the 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 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