Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry street Rich and poor companions of the restless beat Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness Kisses crumble in a web of loneliness It's written by the poison pen, voices break before they bend The door is slammed, it's over once again
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Poets agonize they cannot find the words And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "Are you absurd?" The painter paints his brushes back, through the canvas runs a crack Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Soldiers disillusioned to come home from the war Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more And they argue through the night, black is black and white is white Walk away both knowing they are alright
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by Dull the pain of living as they slowly die Smiles change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Feeble, aged a-people almost to their knees Complain about the present using memories Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary holes Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail Not a pause to hold the rose, even she no longer knows The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
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