Tabitha's Secret: Loss Strain And Butterflies

He got bad, and she got mad, and he lowered one more time
And she got even
No one heard a single word but as the clock ticked from next door
I could hear her breathing

Well then I said good morning Mrs. Sumner I would, like you to meet my friend, Mr. Boney
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 sometimes

And, I'm looking for a soul to cling to, well
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

Well, hello, have you been alright
Did you find a piece of something wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better
Yeah, well did you get out with your sanity
Did you save a little something for the people in need
Did you know with the rain in your pockets
You can change the weather

Well, I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that

Yeah, this time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Does it comes right down to me, yeah

Yeah, this time, this time, well it all comes down, in the end
To loss and strain and butterflies
Well, come on down to me, yeah to me
Yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

Is this just the total for the wages of our sins, or
And have you made yourself a victim
In a game that you can't win
And our we caving in
Does it all depend, on loss and strain and butterflies
Does it come right down to me, anymore

Yeah, this time mamma, does it all come down, in the end
To loss and strain and butterflies
Hey, yeah, yeah, well
Come on down to me