Flower Lady Phil Ochs

[Verse 1]
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry 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
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

[Verse 2]
Lovers quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kisses crumble in a web of loneliness
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

[Verse 3]
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor, asks "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes black
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

[Verse 4]
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, white is white
Walk away both knowing they are right
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady