Diane Parr's got a head full of reasons to be down today
Couldn't smile any more than she could fly
Standing like a ghost at the crosswalk
Waiting for the “Walk OK”
You don't need to know her
You can tell something's passed her by
Just the kind people like to call
The Walking Wounded
Heart and soul hurt hard
But don't know why
Rich or poor
Some days they're all just
The Walking Wounded
It's got to get better
All this hard luck parading by
Kenneth Stone's got a blue Continental and a brown toupée
Runs a mile every morning
Keeps a tan
Staring at the Mayflower fountain
Wishing he could wash away
The smile of a winner
And the eyes of a lonely man
Just the kind people like to call
The Walking Wounded
Heart and soul hurt hard
But don't know why
Rich or poor
Some days they're all just
The Walking Wounded
It's got to get better
All this hard luck parading by
Kenneth sits on a park bench
Feeding the pigeons
Whistles “Lady of Spain,”
Diane sits on the same bench
Looking at the lilacs
“Do you think it'll rain?”
Just the kind people like to call
The Walking Wounded
Heart and soul hurt hard
But don't know why
Rich or poor
Some days we're all just
The Walking Wounded
It's got to get better
All this hard luck parading by
Man, it's got to get better
All this hard luck parading by.
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--~~~~Submitted 2015-10-12 DWRead
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