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...