"Different Drum" as written by and Michael Nesmith....
They lied to me and they tried to deceive,
but I escaped like a bird from the hunter
I sowed my harvest with tears in my eyes,
but I'm gathering the corn with laughter

Living in a world that's full of people passing by,
Marching to the beat of a different drum

As a watchman at the top of his tall tower,
I'm looking towards the hills
They stand as sentinels in a fleeting world,
from whence will come thy help?

Living in a world that's full of people passing by,
Marching to the beat of a different drum

The riverbed that once laid so dry
is coursing with the rains from the mountains
The hanging sun burns me not by the day,
nor the moon as it fixes the deep of the night

Living in a world that's full of people passing by,
Marching to the beat of a different drum

Well the tourist, to be met by faceless chance,
but a pilgrim to march to the master of the dance
The mountains' iron will never be shaken;
I lie at peace, like a child in its mother's arms

Living in a world that's full of people passing by,
Marching to the beat of a different drum

Marching to the beat, marching to the beat,
Marching to the beat of a different drum
Marching to the beat, marching to the beat,
Marching to the beat of a different drum


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