I met a woman in San Francisco
who was lyin´ in the street
I walked on past her in a hurry
I didn´t want her at my feet
Am I just numb or over-loaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth
This lady begin´ for 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 cazy - how can this happen
Is there nothin´ we can do
I don´t believe that for a f xxxxx´ minute
No system´s comin´ to her rescue
While she lay crying I felt helpless
Where are these cracks that she fell through
The times we live in have less value
then Bob Dole´s useless arm
There are no fires burning 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 nothin´
less than garbage in the street
The times we live in must have value
We can´t all turn away
´Cos that woman who had nothin´
might be me or you
some day
some day
some day
some day