Only Bound

By Michael Nesmith

Oh my lonely world, only world I see
Oh my wilting world, tilting world and me.
Clinging to a vine of promises 
Grown from her nobility.
When she and her gentle hand
Were only bound to me.

She was only bound, only bound to me
I was always around crawling around on my knees.

Tales of time slowly set me free
Paths of wine in lonely harmony.

Now I'm holding hands folding hands to see.
Waving hazy plans, drifting sands and me.
Clinging to a vine of promises grown from her nobility
When she and her gentle hand 
Were only bound to me.
When she and her gentle hand 
Were only bound to me.

Oh, my lonely world, only world I see
Oh my wilting world, tilting world and me.
[fading....]