Her name was Joanne& she lived in a meadow by a pond.
And she touched me for a moment,
with a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on to 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 well,and still I could not see,
That the hold that 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 & blues and a tune that I could not have sung.

Tho the essence is gone,
I have no tear to cry fopr her
and my only thought of her is kind.

Her name was Joanne,& she lived in a meadow by a pond.
And she touched me for a moment,
with a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on to 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.