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by Michael Nesmith
There's a certain something in the way
You looked at me and said you'd stay
That let me know that I was out of line,
But I didn't know what else to do,
And like a fool, I tested you,
By demanding things of you which weren't mine.
And now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me,
But you did it with such love,
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you,
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world,
Could I have found me such a girl,
Who's there to pick me up before I fall,
And if, in the end, we should go
Both our separate ways, I know
The lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
And now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me,
But you did it with such love
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you,
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world,
Could I have found me such a girl,
Who's there to pick me up before I fall,
And if, in the end, we should go
Both our separate ways, I know
The lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
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