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