Flower Lady - Live

G C G C G G C G
 Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
 C G D
 Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
 Bm C
 Strangers in a foreign land
 Bm C
 Strike a match with trembling hand
 Bm Em C
 Learn too much to ever understand
 D C D G C G
 But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
 Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
 Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
 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, 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 right
 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, 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 a rose
 Even she no longer knows
 The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
 And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady