Barry Manilow - The Walking Wounded lyrics

Diane Parr's got a head full of reasons to be down today Couldn't smile any more than she could fly Standing like a ghost at the crosswalk Waiting for the “Walk OK” You don't need to know her You can tell something's pa**ed her by Just the kind people like to call The Walking Wounded Heart and soul hurt hard But don't know why Rich or poor Some days they're all just The Walking Wounded It's got to get better All this hard luck parading by Kenneth Stone's got a blue Continental and a brown toupée Runs a mile every morning Keeps a tan Staring at the Mayflower fountain Wishing he could wash away The smile of a winner And the eyes of a lonely man Just the kind people like to call The Walking Wounded Heart and soul hurt hard But don't know why Rich or poor Some days they're all just The Walking Wounded It's got to get better All this hard luck parading by Kenneth sits on a park bench Feeding the pigeons Whistles “Lady of Spain,” Diane sits on the same bench Looking at the lilacs “Do you think it'll rain?” Just the kind people like to call The Walking Wounded Heart and soul hurt hard But don't know why Rich or poor Some days we're all just The Walking Wounded It's got to get better All this hard luck parading by Man, it's got to get better All this hard luck parading by. ---- --~~~~Submitted 2015-10-12 DWRead