Three white butterflies to know you're near

I know they think
That it took somebody else
To make me beautiful
Beautiful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong

I know they think
That it took thousands of years
To put me together again
Like an experiment
Some big man behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my songs
But they're wrong

God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or an owl to know you're listening
Sitting while I'm drinking
Grandfather, please, stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific

'Cause I'm good in spirit, warm body
A fallible deity wrapped up in white
I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Regrettably, also a white woman

But I have good intentions, even if I'm one of the last ones
If you don't believe me, look at my poetry or my melodies
Feel it in your bones
I have good intentions, even if I'm one of the last ones

Ah-ha-ah, yeah, ah-ha-ah, yeah, ah-ha-ah, yeah

Grandfather, please, stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or a map to know you're fishing, impart on me your wisdom

It took somebody else to make me beautiful
Wonderful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong

Three white butterflies to know you're near