written by Michael Nesmith
© Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc. (BMI)
You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can`t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me
Wo-oh
You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I`ve got my doubts
You can`t see the forest for the trees
Oh don`t get me wrong
It`s not that I knock it
It`s just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I ain`t saying you ain`t pretty
All I`m saying is I`m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So good-bye I`ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We`ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me
Oh don`t get me wrong
It`s not that I knock it
It`s just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I ain`t saying you ain`t pretty
All I`m saying is I`m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So good-bye I`ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We`ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me