The Austin Queen

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

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