Joanne

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond
And she touch’d 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 wrong
She was only a girl, I know that will, and still I could not see;
That the hold she had was much stronger than the love she had for me
But staying with her, and my little bit of wisdom
Broke down her desires like a light thru a prism;
Into yellows and blues and a tune that I could not have sung
Tho' the essence is gone
I have no tear to cry for her
And my only tho’t of her is kind
Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond
And she touch’d 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 wrong
For Joanne, and the man, and the time, that made them both wrong