A guitarist on stage looks at his audience
|Giving in to the moment that I feel the true reality is starry.
As the stars turn into butterflies above the nation.
My thoughts climax from a half million ideas.
Hoping I can get away, I know I don’t belong in the games.
To get out of the way of the flames, I began to begin.
To step out of the shoe, and I make the drifters escape.
I was up in smoke. I make sure that I’m not late.
For all that I came for, and it’s all the same, when I’m with you.
To be the last to leave in the dull moment when I caught a vision
I survive the distance. Looking up from the skies.
A half a million eyes.
Damn! And, I look out so inspired.
They the crowd, a half million strong, as I sing the song.
Somewhere, lost in time the blues up from the skies-
Turning into butterflies above the nation.