I met a woman in San Francisco
Who was lying in the street
I walked on past her in a hurry
I didn't want her at my feetAm I just numb or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth
This lady beggin' for survival
Doomed by a twist of fate from EarthI met this woman in San Francisco
She only had one shoe
Have we all gone crazy
How can this happen
Is there nothin' we can doI don't believe that for a fuckin' minute
No system's coming to her rescue
While she lay crying, I felt helpless
Where are these cracks that she fell throughThe times we live in have less value
Than Bob Dole's useless arm
There are no fires burning brightly
What's even worse, there's no alarmI met this lady in San Francisco
She was dying at my feet
People passed her like she was nothing
Less than garbage in the streetThe times we live in must have value
We can't all turn away
'Cause that woman who had nothing
Might be me or you some day
Some day, some day
Songwriters
GARVIN, MICHAEL / WAYLAND, RICH / CHER, .Published by
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