A Butterfly Flaps its Wings (5:04)
Words and Music by Matt Ventresca (2004)

It's easily done when it's not yourself.
When the towers both long to stand still, up if nothing else.
If truth be told we're under the gun.
With the triumph and will to create how the West was won.

I'm waiting for you to explain why I'm here 'cause I've been here before.

The Franklins flow as the Eagle fly.
With the power to shoot down the moon and sell it off.
I don't know but the desert does.
If the footprints that I leave behind line your coat with gold.

I'm waiting for you to explain why I'm here 'cause I've been here before.
It's something that you won't forget.
When a butterfly flaps its wings.