Our Lady Of San Francisco
I met a woman in San Francisco
Who was layin' in the street
I walked on passed her in a hurry
I didn't want her at my feet
Am I just numb or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth?
This begging for a survival
Doomed by a twist of fate from birth
I met this woman in San Francisco
She only had one shoe
Have we all gone crazy?
How can this happen?
Is there nothing we can do?
I don't believe that for a fuckin' minute
No system's comin' to her rescue
While she laid cryin' I felt helpless
Where are these cracks that she fell through?
The times we live in have less value
Than Bob Doles' useless arm
There are no fires burnin' brightly
What's even worse
There's no alarm
I met this lady in San Francisco
She was dyin' at my feet
People passed her like she was nothing
Less than garbage in the street
The times we live in must have value
We can't all turn away
'Cause that woman who had nothing
Might be me or you someday