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