Elusive Butterfly (complete lyrics)
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:12 am
Another fan requested these from me, but instead of typing them all out for just one person, I figured I'd post them here. Some of you likely remember that Bob originally posted them on the old message board.
THE BRIGHT ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE - Bob Lind
You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise, you'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
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
(chorus)
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 chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
My name is not worth knowing, it's enough to know I'm just a willing slave to something free
You might have seen me once or twice between the walls of grown-up tears and children's laughter
You might have seen me running through the long abandoned ruins of someone you used to be
And if you've felt the brief caress of wings that fluttered past with something running after
(chorus)
You might have heard my footsteps echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe in
Though it's too late for changing, someday you might look back exploring times you left behind
If you remember something there that glided past you followed close by heavy breathing
(chorus)
The morning sun is nodding to the prisoner underneath whose restless questions are his bars
And all the clouds between the two look down bewildered as to what he blindly follows
You might have stood in silence, and heard symphonies of wandering and wondered whose they are
They're compositions of a madman trying hard to fill the part of him that's hollow
(chorus)
The open eyes of evening watch the penny-ante festival of fools below the moon
The clumsy joker tries in vain to catch the prize before a thousand laughing princes
The night gives way to morning, and returns to bring the darkness on the heels of afternoon
But if the night should bring the feeling of a distant game of tag upon your senses...
(chorus)
THE BRIGHT ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE - Bob Lind
You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise, you'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
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
(chorus)
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 chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
My name is not worth knowing, it's enough to know I'm just a willing slave to something free
You might have seen me once or twice between the walls of grown-up tears and children's laughter
You might have seen me running through the long abandoned ruins of someone you used to be
And if you've felt the brief caress of wings that fluttered past with something running after
(chorus)
You might have heard my footsteps echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe in
Though it's too late for changing, someday you might look back exploring times you left behind
If you remember something there that glided past you followed close by heavy breathing
(chorus)
The morning sun is nodding to the prisoner underneath whose restless questions are his bars
And all the clouds between the two look down bewildered as to what he blindly follows
You might have stood in silence, and heard symphonies of wandering and wondered whose they are
They're compositions of a madman trying hard to fill the part of him that's hollow
(chorus)
The open eyes of evening watch the penny-ante festival of fools below the moon
The clumsy joker tries in vain to catch the prize before a thousand laughing princes
The night gives way to morning, and returns to bring the darkness on the heels of afternoon
But if the night should bring the feeling of a distant game of tag upon your senses...
(chorus)