Butterfly Of Wisdom Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]
Alone without thoughts
at my old blue desk
Alone on Easter Sunday,
my brokenness still appears
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Do I turn my own [Bm]board away
for fate to bring[D]?
Whatever[C], whatever,
whatever will be
Believe that you're a sucker,
you may never
[D]Preachers, teachers,
abusers of religion
Everyone claiming to see
the [Bm]only [D]vision
[C]Prophecies always sprouting up like weeds
I don't believe in none,
[D]the truth gro[C]ws like a tree
But [D]when I ask the others,
[Bm]where am I headed?
[D]They tell me ask the pla[Bm]nets, ask the stars
[D]But is the [C]fate of another
sucker mine?
Because of the tilt of Mars?
[D]Well maybe it is, maybe it ain't
But what about the flowers
in [Bm]the color of paint?
[D]Do [C]you become what you
think about most?
To be or not to be, or to be in almost?
Do the [D]gods help those
who help [Bm]themselves?
[D]Or should I store my truths
up on a mental shelf?
Am [C]I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Do I [Bm]turn my own [D]board away for
[C]fate [D]to bring?
Came [C]out of my apartment
at the street door
Look back up to my [D]window
on the [C]second floor
Got a [D]plant, a box of flowers,
some purple, some blue
Went into my pretty picture,
white butterfly flew
[C]Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the vision of perfection
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a droplet on a stream?
Do or turn my own board
away from fate to bring
Boun[C]cin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the vision of perfection
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a droplet on a stream?
Do or turn my own board
away from fate [C]to bring[D]
So I [C]followed that little
butterfly of wisdom
Down the dusty streets
of the city of [D]Lisbon
Somewhere [C]down [Bm]near Cantermore,
[D]she stopped for the moment
on the [Bm]hood of a [D]car.[C][D][C][Em][D]
Then [C]she landed on
an average street sign,
and for that brief second,
[D]the sign was[C] like a shrine.
[D]Then the butterfly landed
on a small girl,
still young enough to won[Bm]der at the world.
She [C]landed on a wooden fence,
put on the fancy it appeared,
she landed only to rest.
She [D]landed on the head of a statue,
with fan flew off into the
[Bm]forest of Marsanthu.
[C]Bounce how long she went,
it seemed without direction.
Bounce how long she went,
she was the vision of perfec[G]tion.
[D]Am I my own man,
or just a [Bm]puppet on a [D]string?
Do I turn my own board
away from fate to bring?
[Am]Bounce how l[C]ong she went,
it seemed without direction.
Bounce how long she went,
she was the [Em]vision of perfection.
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a [Bm]puppet on a string?
Do I turn my own [D]board
away from [Bm]fate to bring?
[D][C]
[D]
Through [C]the pine trees,
the way the winds blow
Along side of a crow to a quiet meadow
Fi[D]nally she landed on a
lonely yellow flower
Then suddenly took off
with a fresh burst of [Bm]power
What a [C]long way, I thought,
just to get a little snack
But she hadn't just been searching
for the flowers she lacked
She'd been [Bm]blessed in the hood
with an [D]awkward grace
But then she blessed my nose
by landing on my face
Giving [C]back to the world
that gave her sweet life
Even if her sole purpose
was to be a lovely [D]sight
And [C]off she flew above
the trees to the sky
And I could swear I heard [Am]a little voice
wish me good[C]bye
I [Bm]walked all the [D]way back home
wearing a grin
Finally knowing life
[Bm]means nothing and [D]everything[C]
Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the [Em]vision of per[G]fection
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a [Bm]puppet on a [D]string?
Do I turn my own [Em]board
away from [D]fate to bring?
[C]Bouncin' along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the [D]vision of perfec[G]tion
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
Do I turn my own board
away from fate to bring?
[Am]Bouncin'[C] along she went,
it seemed without direction
Bouncin' along she went,
she was the [D]vision of perfec[C]tion
Am [D]I my own man,
or just a puppet on a [Am]string?
I return [D]my own board,
I wait for fate to bring
[Am]Bouncin'[C] along, she wake,
be seen without direction
Bouncin' along, she wake,
she was the vision of perfec[D]tion
Bouncin' along, she wake,
be seen without direction
Bouncin' along, she wake,
she was the vision of per[Am]fection
[C]Am I my own man,
or just a [D]plucker on a string?
Do I return my own board,
[Am]or w[D]ait for [Em]fate to brin[D]g?[C]
Am I my own man,
or just a puppet on a string?
[D]Do I turn on my own boy,
or wait for a fancy [C]one?

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