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.