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