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