Lord, she's restless   Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day   Slow an' free   And she possesses   A mind that can't resign itself to stay   For long with me   Tho' I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied   Until she really needs me   Yes I do   But when that certain look comes on her face   I can't replace it, and she leaves me      CHORUS:   She's a butterfly in mid July   Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings   On brand new things   And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes   Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon   I suppose   And heaven knows   She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows   Yes she will, yes she will   She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows      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   Mmm, mmm, mmm   But I know the only reason   That she ever had for leavin', is she wants to