Lord, she's restless
Like cotton candy clouds
That sail the day
Slow and free
And she possesses
A mind that can't resign itself to stay
For long with me
Thought I've tried and tried to keep her tied
And satisfied
Until she really needs me
Yes, I do
But when that certain look comes on her face
I can't replace it
And she leaves me
She's a butterfly in mid July
Who just can't wait to try
Her brand new wings
On brand new things
And she needs no rhyme or reason
When she goes
Her mind is on what lies beyond
That wall of blue horizon
I suppose
And heaven knows
She'll go sailing off
On any old wind that blows
Yes, she will
Yes, she will
She'll go sailing off
On any old wind that blows
I know she needs me
About as much as I need someone else
Which I don't
And if need be
I swear someday I'll up and leave myself
Which I won't
Even if she loved another man
I'd understand it more than I do
But I know the only reason
That she ever has for leaving
Is she wants to
She's a butterfly in mid July
Who just can't wait to try
Her brand new wings
On brand new things
And she needs no rhyme or reason
When she goes
Her mind is on what lies beyond
That wall of blue horizon
I suppose
And heaven knows
She'll go sailing off
On any old wind that blows