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.