And she got even
 No one heard a single word and as the clock ticked from next door
 I could hear her breathing

 And I said good morning Mrs. Sumner I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Jones
 He has a house made out of butterflies
 I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told
 It's a lonely condition called growing old
 Let me stumble sometimes

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

 This time, well it all comes down
 To loss and strain and butterflies
 Then it comes right down to me

 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
 Did you get out with your sanity
 Did you save a little something for the people in need
 And did you know with the rain in your pockets
 You can change the weather

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

 This time, well it all comes down
 To loss and strain and butterflies
 Then it comes right down to me

 This time, well it all comes down
 To loss and strain and butterflies
 Then it comes right down to me

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

 This time, does it all come down
 To loss and strain and butterflies
 Come on down to me