Children catching butterflies it's summer
And I sit with my guitar in the sun.
I must fly - get away - get back home:
`Cause just like a butterfly
I'm swaying through the acts of now
And all the nets - and everything
Think about things:

Yeah, things they lead me down
I'm just an ever talking, ever-changing clown.
Time takes things moving them sideway - o
No, no, no, won't follow things.

I'm a-drinking honey from the moonlight
And the flowers and the air - and the sun.
I must fly - get away - get back home:
`Cause all the honey tells me
I'm a million ways from home,
And what's more: from my life,
Think about life:

Yeah, life I hardly can tell,
It's think it pictured in that ever-tolling bell.
Life is what I must find - they say - o

yeah, yeah, yeah, follow life
Find your life;

Way down deep in my mind - they say,
There's a-really something to find/da-da
I must fly - get away - get back home.