Butterflies and Blues

Woke up this morning
With butterflies inside my mind
Woke up this morning
With butterflies inside my mind
I may not be an outlaw
But I'm here to do my time

Woke up this morning
With butterflies and blues
Woke up this morning
With butterflies and blues
Swear me in please, bailiff
I'm here to sing the truth

10 a.m. on the drive to the city
Time to play in Mister Grainge's yard
With the butterflies
They keep on flying and flying
Flying and flying
Flying and flying inside
Inside my mind

It's still the morning
More butterflies inside my mind
It's still the morning
More butterflies inside my mind
I can finally hear the music
I'm here to do my time

Searching for the monarch but my net's too small
Got to play in someone else's yard
With the butterflies
They keep on flying and flying
Flying and flying
Flying and flying and
Flying and flying inside
Inside my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jared West Feinman
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