By michael nesmith Flyin down the highway, lookin for a place to land. Need to leave the speed in the city And people comin, goin, theres no time to understand. And I keep movin down the road taking notes in a trembling hand Asked sally to go with me but she made it very clear. She said, "youve got your problems and I have mine tonight." Up to the sunlit mountains, down by the silver sea, Well, the tale is told from memory of a finely woven symphony. Forever heard without a word to disturb its melody. Still Id like to have someone along to share the air with me. Oh, sally, why not come with me, you know Id like be with you. You cant be all that busy, you dont have that much to do. And you know Id like to be with you.
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