Elusive Butterfly
	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 a 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.
	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.
	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. You might have seen me running Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind. If you remember something there That glided past you followed close by heavy breathing,
	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.
	Across my dreams, with nets of wonder, I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love. - Bob Lind