Little Brown Bag - Gentle Giant

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…

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,

So lady,

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