He got bad well she got mad
and he lord one more time well she got even
no one heard a single word
but as the clock ticked from next door
i hear her breathing
well then i say good morning mrs. sumner
i would like you to meet my friend
mr bone he has a house made out of butterflies yeah
well i can't sleep sometimes but i've been told
it's a lonely condition called growing old
let me stumble sometime
but i'm looking for a soul to cling to yeah
so what you think about that
yeah this time well it all comes down
to loss and strain and butterflies
then it comes right down to me
well hello, have you been alright
did ya find a piece of something
wrapped around the right side of your life
to make you feel better
yeah well did you get out with your sanity
did ya save a little something for the people and me
did ya know with the rain in your pockets
you could change the weather
well i'm looking for a soul to cling to
girl what you think about that
yeah this time well it all comes down
to loss and strain and butterflies
then it comes right down to me
yeah this time this time
well it all comes down yeah eah
to loss and strain and butterflies yeah
well come on down to me yeah me yeah
yeah well is this just a total fall
the wages of our center
have you made yourself a victim
in a game that you can't win
well are we caving in
does it all depend
on loss and strain and butterflies
does it come right down to me anymore
yeah this time baby
does it all come down yeah
oh loss and strain and butterflies
yeah well come on down to me
