The Crippled Lion - Michael Nesmith, The First National Band

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