You Must Have Met Little Caroline?

Do you feel like I feel half-a-dozen times a day
When the lights go out and your thoughts drift away?
You know, you look like a child crawling out into the hall
When his folks are asleep with his hands along the wall
Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline?
Like a tin-made toy all covered up with dust
Staring up from the ground like you’re frozen up with rust
Do you bay like a hound sleeping out in the cold?
Do you scream like a lamb being dragged from the fold?
Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline?
Do you feel like I feel half-a-dozen times a day
When the lights go out and your thoughts drift away?
Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline?