Wishin', hopin', for that old familiar feeling
 that takes you miles above, yeah it's called love
 would you do it for me
 'cause I'm feelin' lonely

 prayin', hopin', and I leave the door wide open
 I see you and you catch your spill
 [bad word] and sit by me
 'cause I'm feelin' lonely

 maybe I'm a stupid fool
 chasin' butterflies like you
 on these days they seem so [bad word]  but honey, child what can I do

 maybe I'm a stupid fool
 chasin' butterflies like you 
 on these days they seem so [bad word]  but honey, child what can I do

 honey, child what can I do