Loss, Strain & Butterflies
(R. Thomas)
Tabitha's Secret - Live, 1998

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

then I said, 'good morning, Mrs. Summer,
I would like you to meet my friend, Mr. Bone
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

(chorus)
But I'm looking for a soul to cling to
so whatcha think about that?
This time
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
did you know with the rain in your pockets
you can change the weather?

(chorus)

come on down to me

Is this just the total for the wages of our sins
or have you made yourself a victim
in a game that you can't win?

Are we caving in?
does it all depend
on loss and strain and butterflies?
does it come right down to me anymore?

this time, maybe
does it all come down to
loss and strain and butterflies?

come on down to me