(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 runnin´
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

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