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