Chasing Butterflies

When we were young

Everything was better

Chasing butterflies

Colored orange and yeller

Rushing down the highway leaving Culver City

Me and the dogs landin in Virginia City

Now a country girl in this mining town

Bucket of blood with a silver gown

Telling stories 'bout the good old times

So the tourists could relive it in their minds

Years from now when you're by the Walker walkin

Sound of crickets and the dogs a barkin

If you're lucky you’ll catch a glimpse

of Butterflies a fluttering and reminisce

One last look before they set their wings

Remember me and the better things