Champs - Douglas firs

[verse 1]
6:18, room 15, the great northern hotel
They appear in twin peaks
As the breeze ??????
Douglas fir in the air, a tobacco smell
I awoke to the sound of my cinnamon bell

[Chorus]
The morning birds and the Douglas fir
The air is soft but not real
You see the morning, but you don't see her
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel
A hollow hand in your unmade bed
The air is soft but not real
The brass band in your hollow head
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel

[verse 2]
Make my bed, cut the sleeves off my bloodstained shirt
Drive my car pretty slow, slid the wheels in the dirt
See a new silhouette stand in front of me
Was it you on the trigger back in '73?

[Chorus]
The morning birds and the Douglas fir
The air is soft but not real
You see the morning, but you don't see her
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel
A hollow hand in your unmade bed
The air is soft but not real
The brass band in your hollow head
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel

[breakdown]
Don't drive, don't drive the butterflies on the wheel
Said don't, don't, don't drive, don't drive the butterflies on the wheel
Said don't, don't drive, don't drive the butterflies on the wheel
Said don't, don't drive, butterflies on the wheel

[Chorus]
The morning birds and the Douglas fir
The air is soft but not real
You see the morning, but you don't see her
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel
A hollow hand in your unmade bed
The air is soft but not real
The brass band in your hollow head
Don't drive with butterflies on the wheel