Ebn Ozn Bag Lady (i Wonder)
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
