Bag Lady - Todd Rundgren

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 stops the same as another

Even son of sam sees her sleeping,

Shes not worth the bother

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

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

One day it gets a bit too cold

Maybe a little too wet, maybe a little too lonely

Lifelessly she lies amidst her bag world

But maybe shes only sleeping