(Bob Lind)      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 the 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 abandonned 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...