by Michael Nesmith
There's a smile on the wind as it touches my face
And starts to erase all the gloom,
And the sun, with a kiss, begins to dismiss
The memory of my life without you.
Well, it seems like yesterday that my path took me away,
Although I know it's been at least a year,
But now my path heads home and your patient time alone
Has brought me even closer to you, dear.
And this plane gets closer every minute I look down
To a watch that keeps looking back at me,
And it says to me,
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