A Lord, she's restless
Like D cotton candy clouds that sail the A day
Flowin' D free ... and she pos-{A} sesses
A D mind that can't resign itself to A stay ... for D long, with me
So I E tried and tried, to keep her tied and D satisfied
Until she really A needs me ... yes I D do
But A when that certain look comes on her E face
I can't re-{D} place it and she leaves A me.
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
Umh, umh, umh - but I know the only reason
That she ever had for leavin', is she wants to.
CHORUS
She's a E butterfly in mid July, who D just can't wait to try
Her brand new A wings, on brand new D things
And she A needs no rhyme or D reason, when she A goes
Her E mind is on what lies beyond that D wall of Blue horizon
I sup-{A} pose ... and heaven D knows
She'll go A sailin' off on E any old wind that A blows.
Yes she D will, yes she A will
She'll go sailin' off on E any old wind that A blows.