Lord she's restless, like cotton candy clouds that sail the day, slow and
free
And she possesses a mind that can't resign to stay, for long with me
Though 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
And blue horizon I suppose and heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
Yes she will, yes she will
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
I know she needs me, about as much as I need someone else, which I don't