I was a clinical aid… She was in a court ordered cage
At the state cuckoo’s nest… In Southwest Texas
My first day at work… She had me with her words
She was beautifully unaware… Of how I watched and stared
At her perfect curves… As she danced in her own universe
They called her the Austin Queen… But she was an angel to me
Like a boy planning his first date… I couldn’t wait for my work day
To hear her tangled thoughts… That escaped the world box
She giggled when she told me… She was waiting patiently
To fly away forever free… On a million butterfly wings
Down to El Salvador… Where she won’t be caged anymore
They called her the Austin Queen… But she was an angel to me
She danced in the therapy garden… Like she was with someone
Arms out like angel wings… Talking to un-seen things
I wanted to be her wings… I wanted to set her free
So I studied map after map… I made our escape plans
I stole the back gate key… I packed a gun and money
Yeah… Me and the Austin Queen… Would fly away free
But on judgment day… The Austin Queen had flown away
It seems a cloud of butterflies…Flew in her nest and blinded eyes
And the Austin Queen had disappeared… Into the thin Texas Air
So I joined the Peace Corps… And headed down to El Salvador
Looking for the Butterfly Queen… So we could live crazy and free
They called her the Austin Queen… But she was an angel to me
A Cosmic Cowboy 