Closing Theme (Lampost) - Michael Nesmith

Does the lamppost slowly turning

In the window that’s concerning

Re-evaluation for the sake of man

Carry news of broken weather

Which reveals the shallow gesture

Of ovations carved from mountains made of sand?

Low line falling, the distance calling

Connections from the past don’t seem to come

Tragic dancer tries to answer

But cannot for he plays a broken drum

Flying, flying with time

Flying, flying with time

Distance and space, reacting in kind

Oh for the price of the wisdom sublime

And the strength to shoulder the burden

Is the tale too early spoken

To the heads that nod a token

Of appreciation based upon the sound?

Or do the words mean something

To the bold ones who are jousting

In determination to unseat the crown?

Rose thorn, forlorn

Guard the Beauty’s treat

Carry you message sweet!

And deliver as complete

The play’s unspoken line

Unspoken line

Unspoken line