I feel for the driver In the aftermath Of a child who chased a ball Across his path For the ones involved And the most unloved I feel I feel for the driver I feel for the soldier In the throes of war Sent off to settle someone else's score For the ones involved And the most unloved I feel I feel for the soldier Every story has two sides Every coin two faces I feel for the one who hides And for the one who chases I feel for the lady In the crimson light With demand on the left And judgment on the right Where the lonely ones Are the most unloved I feel I feel for the lonely I feel for the soldier I feel for the driver