Hold on;
To the little brown bag. If it`s all (that) she has to show,
Torn like a rag, Crazy lady she doesn`t know,
Look in;
Cos there`s nothing inside, Was there anything anytime
Little Brown Bag;
She`ll be there in the morning, sitting alone with her world in her hands,
No goodnight in the evening, The city it understands, the circumstance.
Dream on;
In the, little brown bag. Maybe here she`s better than you
Torn like a rag, Look away it`s good that you do.
Maybe;
As you`re, staring too hard, You could see that somehow it`s real
Little Brown Bag.
What did she turn her back on, Was it the nightmare she couldnt face;
Look around, It may tell you, She only puts a good case,
So lady,
Hold on......
