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 and 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 Or 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