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', there's 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, "You've 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 it's melody
Still I'd like to have someone along to share the air with me

Oh, Sally, why not come with me, you know I'd like be with you
You can't be all that busy, you don't have that much to do
And you know I'd like to be with you