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Bag Lady - Todd Rundgren

Written by：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

Falling from the sky like rain

Crawling up the basement drain

Misfits and black sheep

Former brothers friends of mothers

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 only sleeping