Through the New York winter With rags around
her feet Clutching ancient shopping
bags Destitutions beat Burned out like a
frozen matchstick Screaming at the wall A
helpless hungry lady With no friends to
call Chorus: I wonder Where she goes
when the night falls What thunder Has made
us deaf to her calls? Bag lady... Oh
gloveless, shattered frailty The damp wind
bites her hands She shuffles by a
restaurant Towards their garbage cans She
eats the rotten refuse Like vermin on the
dead Screaming at the passersby "Get
it through your heads!" repeat
chorus Sometimes on my way to work I give
her my spare change The Shopping Bag
Lady Looks at me like I'm strange She never
once says thank you But I don't mind a
bit All these homeless people Can't make no
sense of it repeat chorus
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