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,