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