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
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 an old tin toy all covered up with dust
Staring up from the ground
Like you're frozen up with rust
Or 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