Woke up in the morning I drove from lawrence to omaha
Got there kinda early and still I checked out the local bar
'Cause bear to go is all new to me
I would have sent you but you're only 19

I'm walking around in someone elses shoes
I guess it's nothing new
I flew around like a butterfly
Walking for miles usually isn't my cup of tea

I swear to god I could walk these miles between you and me
I'm under a fire ball
And there's a cool, cool breeze
Nothing but a moving yellow line between you and me

I flew around like a butterfly
I found a four leaf clover hidden in someone elses hand
I should have let it be
Left it to the land

But it's cold out side
I don't have a phone I can't find my clothes
But it's alright. here alone

Writer : MOORE, ABRA
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.