Inman Park's Butterfly

Lyrics

[Intro]
Look closely at the wings.

[Verse 1]
Out past the avenue where the old streetcars ran
Back in 1889 when Joel Hurt bought up the land
Atlanta's first suburb with the curving, shaded lanes
Where the gingerbread trim handles the summer rain
We got turrets and towers and wraparound wood
The best kind of revival in the neighborhood

[Chorus]
Catch the Inman Park butterfly painted on the sign
Look at the wings, there are two faces by design
One looks back to the gaslight and the grace
One looks forward to the rhythm of the place
Yeah, the Inman Park butterfly is taking to the sky
Yellow and black as the parade rolls by

[Verse 2]
April comes around and the streets start to hum
You can feel the heavy downbeat of the festival drum
It’s a second-line swagger down a Euclid afternoon
Brass bands pulling us out of our living rooms
Every restored Victorian throws open her doors
To the neighbors dancing out across the porches

[Chorus]
Catch the Inman Park butterfly painted on the sign
Look at the wings, there are two faces by design
One looks back to the gaslight and the grace
One looks forward to the rhythm of the place
Yeah, the Inman Park butterfly is taking to the sky
Yellow and black as the parade rolls by

[Bridge]
They saved these painted ladies from the wrecking ball's swing
Now the whole community is gathered on the green
From the Spring Festival tents to the shade of the oak
We’re singing out loud from the bottom of our throats

[Outro]
So raise up a glass to the past and the new
The two-faced butterfly in a sky so blue
Floating down the avenue, looking ahead
Leaving the rest of the history just kind of hanging in the air