Letra Field guide for the butterflies Kevin Morby

Field guide for the butterflies

The paint's stained on the Econoline
From the black blood of the butterflies
Who were fluttering side by side
When we smashed their wings, smashed their lives
Now the rosary swings from the porch of the double wide
Strapped to the flatbed, oversized, out on 49

Plastic flowers line this highway I ride
They don't smell like anything, but they never rot, never die
Illuminating the shoulders, carry inside the lines
Say a prayer every morning, then again at night

Mama, I got dreams, and I'd give anything
For you to watch me dance or listen to me sing
In a world that kills, oh, I cannot sit still
Is it suicide if I die out chasing thrills?
Just me trying to grow wings

In the morning I wake up, in the morning I rise
Putting on my makeup, powdering my eyes
And I may write a poem, I may make it rhyme
Where there are my friends, there are happy times
Where there is the wind, there are happy chimes
Where I meet my end, there I'll lay my life
Can't be too brave out here beneath the sky
Say a prayer every morning, then again at night

Mama, I got dreams, and I'd do anything
For you to watch me dance or listen to me sing
In a world that kills, oh, I will not sit still
It's not suicide if I die out chasing thrills
Just me trying to grow wings

Field guide for the butterflies
Just me trying to grow wings
Field guide for the butterflies
Just me trying to grow wings
Field guide for the butterflies
Just me trying to grow wings