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