You Must Have Met Little Caroline? - JD McPherson

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?