Better catch the butterfly before it flies away
Better hold onto your dream before the end of day
Nothing seems to last too long
Not even the windswept lovers’ song

What would I do if I lived in a zoo
I’d be a new me and go climb a tree
Or I’d swing on some bars
While looking at Mars

I think I’ll get up out of bed and then go see what’s out there. First, feet to floor, a change of clothes, then go and comb my hair. So I did. While I stood facing the mirror, my mind began to wander.

Ever feel stranded, surrounded by sea
Ever feel alone on a high wire—
Not me.