A little old man said, "Hey," to a butterfly
"How do your wings take you away?"
Well I was sittin' in a cocoon
Underneath the yellow moon in the winter time
When it opened up and I started to fly
The wind came from the east so I flew to the west
Now I really don't know why
Lord I guess I knew that way best
How does night turn to day?
How does sunshine turn to rain?
How come things have to change?
How don't matter anyway
So the little bitty butterfly sat and asked the man
"How do your songs take you away?"
I was sitting on a barstool, wasn't feelin' real cool
Labeled habitual liar
My wound opened up and I started to write
Words came for the more but I wrote for the less
Now I really don't know why
Lord I guess I knew that way best
How does night turn to day?
How does sunshine turn to rain?
How come things have to change?
How don't matter anyway, anyway
How does night turn to day?
How does sunshine turn to rain?
How come things have to change?
How don't matter anyway, anyway
How does night turn to day?
How does sunshine turn to rain?
How come things have to change?
How don't matter anyway
