Lyrics

Chasing Butterflies 3:41
© 2010 James E. Thomas, Jr.
Misty Owl Music (ASCAP)

Chasing butterflies,
Young girl is looking for her paradise.
It's not a place that she can go.
There are no postcards with pretty pictures.

Corporation's little girl…
Boardrooms and Bergdorf suits…
She's in a high tech world.
Got a place that she can go…
It is her penthouse with pretty pictures.

She filled her briefcase full
Of paper clips and lies.
Don't need that attaché at all.
Boy back home gave a call.
"You still looking for it all?"

She hangs up the telephone.
Trades the great white way
For a one-way ticket home.
Boy says, "Look into my eyes, you will find Paradise has found you."

"You filled your briefcase full
Of paper clips and lies.
Don't need that attaché at all.
Take my hand, we will go,
Spend the day in a meadow."

Chasing butterflies,
Young girl is looking for her paradise.
It's not a place that you can go.
There are no postcards with pretty pictures.