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 feet

Am I just numb or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth?
This lady begging 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 crazy?
How can this happen?
Is there nothing we can do?

I don't believe that for a fucking minute
No system's coming to her rescue
While she lay crying
I felt helpless
Where are these crack
That she fell through?

The 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 alarm

I met this lady in San Francisco
She was dying at my feet
People passed her like she was nothing
Less than garbage in the street

The 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
Some day