G C G C G G C G

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets

C G D

Rich and poor companions of the restless beat

Bm C

Strangers in a foreign land

Bm C

Strike a match with trembling hand

Bm Em C

Learn too much to ever understand

D C D G C G

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady



Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness

Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness

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



Poets agonize, they cannot find the words

And the stone stares at the sculptor asks