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.