Bleeding Orange

I was given wings as young as I can imagine

Crossing streets, running down alleys

Building dreams on broken strings and napkins

Driving through the night to find my love

Every morning fighting for some reason

I’m still making it up as I go

When will my heart age to match my reflection

Will it find a beat of its own

Butterflies, Butterflies, I can hear them scream

Windshield, crime scene, running down this dream

Wildflowers growing, bleeding orange

I learned to fly just to find my way home

Can you hear me all the way from Gainsville

Breaking out from my cage inside

Left with more questions than answers

I shot from the hip forty times

Butterflies, Butterflies, I can hear them scream

Windshield, crime scene, running down this dream

Wildflowers growing, bleeding orange

I learned to fly just to find my way home

As stage lights scream for attention

A thousands voices sound like one

History will meet me in the morning

Generations sing my story

Butterflies, Butterflies, I can hear them scream

Windshield, crime scene, running down this dream

Wildflowers growing, bleeding orange

I learned to fly just to find my way home