Marie's Theme - Michael Nesmith

Her only remark was a closing remark

That one sometimes hears between friends

She began to emerge, without speaking a word

Into something quite different from him

For she usually would start

Where he usually would stop

And then blissfully wade right on through

Still, the ideas unfolded in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth

I recall how a carnival meeting in late fall

Had brought me together with them

With no real direction, just simple reflection

Of movement as clear as the wind

We both stood there gazing

And not quite believing

Nor willing to change points of view

Still, the ideas unfolded in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth

So I’m watching another exceptional flower

Beginning to blossom and grow

As yet, still unspoken, but with more than a token

Reminder of times yet to go

And the frequent suggestion

Is that time is the question

And not so much which one you choose

Still, ideas will unfold in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)

(Hidden behind all the logic one finds without truth)