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