Michael Nesmith Only Bound
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 unwind
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
She was the only world
Only world I see
