In the butter fields, find yourself
In the butter fields, you will find yourself
Innocent and unaware
With your hair hot to the touch from the sun, fleeting
You were running around in the back yard
You were chasing the birds at the beach
You were singing along with your Pooh Bear
You were squishing the mud between your feet
You used to be someone's little angel
You didn’t know of way not to be
All of a sudden you notice there’s a problem
“Why is every one staring at me?”
So you learn to retreat
Like the river recedes
And it seem so long ago
That the river would flow (... to the butter fields)
You were passing her notes in the classroom
Your world became Allison Moore
You got here a box with a bracelet
She just stared at you through her screen door
And you learn in a thousand other ways that
That kind of risk means that kind of pain
And you swear that you'll never take chances
It’s just easier not to make waves
And you learn to behave
Like the river gets tamed
You forget you used to know
Where the river would flow
To the butter fields, find yourself
In the butter fields, you will find yourself
All alone - and waiting
Innocent and unaware and free, being
In the butter fields, you will find yourself
Innocent and unaware
With your hair hot to the touch from the sun, fleeting
You were running around in the back yard
You were chasing the birds at the beach
You were singing along with your Pooh Bear
You were squishing the mud between your feet
You used to be someone's little angel
You didn’t know of way not to be
All of a sudden you notice there’s a problem
“Why is every one staring at me?”
So you learn to retreat
Like the river recedes
And it seem so long ago
That the river would flow (... to the butter fields)
You were passing her notes in the classroom
Your world became Allison Moore
You got here a box with a bracelet
She just stared at you through her screen door
And you learn in a thousand other ways that
That kind of risk means that kind of pain
And you swear that you'll never take chances
It’s just easier not to make waves
And you learn to behave
Like the river gets tamed
You forget you used to know
Where the river would flow
To the butter fields, find yourself
In the butter fields, you will find yourself
All alone - and waiting
Innocent and unaware and free, being