Tabitha's secret - Loss, strain and butterflies

He got bad well she got mad
And he lowered one more time well she got even
No one heard a single word
but as the clock ticked from next door I can hear her breathing
Well and I said "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 sometimes...

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.

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
Then it comes right down to me.
Yeah this time, this time, well it all comes down, yeah,
to loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, well, come on down to me
yeah to me, yeah yeah...

Yeah well is this just the total of all the wages of our sins
or 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, maybe, does it all come down, yeah,
oh to loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
come on down to me.