[Verse 1]
Millionaires and paupers walk the lonely street
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Verse 2]
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
Painter paints his brushes black
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Flute Solo]
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Verse 3]
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"
Millionaires and paupers walk the lonely street
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Verse 2]
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
Painter paints his brushes black
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Flute Solo]
[Refrain]
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[Verse 3]
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"
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