You Might Wake Up Some Morning
Out on the new horizon, you may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings.
And if the sleep has left your ears, you might hear footsteps running through an open meadow.
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you.
It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of.
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder, I chased a bright elusive butterfly of love.
You might have heard my footsteps echo softly through the distance in the canyons of your mind.
I might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe in.
You might have seen me running through the long-abandoned ruins of someone I used to be.
If you remember something there that glided past you, followed close by heavy breathing.
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you.
It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of.
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder, I chased a bright elusive butterfly of love.
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder, I chased a bright elusive butterfly of love.



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