Текст песни Todd Rundgren - Bag Lady
Todd Rundgren - Bag Lady слова песни
Like a fly batters itself against a windowTime and again and again it senselessly blundersUp and down the length of west broadwayThe bag lady wandersFifty cents rent goes pretty farWhen you live in a subway carOne stops the same as anotherEven son of sam sees her sleeping,Shes not worth the botherSorrow, do they ever want to cryDo they see us pass byWhere do they come from (simple answers)Do they come falling,Falling from the sky like rainCrawling up the basement drainMisfits and black sheepFormer brothers, friends of mothersThere is no yesterday, there is no tomorrowThere is only now and that hardly mattersNo one cares about sad old ladiesWith bags full of tattersOne day it gets a bit too coldMaybe a little too wet, maybe a little too lonelyLifelessly she lies amidst her bag worldBut maybe shes only sleeping