Bag Lady

[Verse 1]

Like a fly batters itself against a window

Time and again and again it senselessly blunders

Up and down the length of West Broadway

The bag lady wanders

Fifty cents rent goes pretty far

When you live in a subway car

One stop's the same as another

Even son of Sam sees her sleeping

She's not worth the bother

[Chorus]

Sorrow, do they ever want to cry

Do they see us pass by

Where do they come from (simple answers)

Do they come falling

Falling from the sky like rain

Crawling up the basement drain

Misfits and black sheep

Former brothers, friends of mothers

[Verse 2]

There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow

There is only now and that hardly matters

No one cares about sad old ladies

With bags full of tatters

[Saxophone solo]

[Chorus]

Do they come falling

Falling from the sky like rain

Crawling up the basement drain

Misfits and black sheep

Former brothers, friends of mothers

[Outro]

One day it gets a bit too cold

Maybe a bit too wet, maybe a little too lonely

Lifelessly she lies amidst her bag world

But maybe she's only, only sleeping