[Chorus]
Do you see her sitting over there?
All alone
Always in the open air
With a tarp for when it rains
Ahh, ahh
[Verse 1]
Was she ever a baby?
Was she ever a baby? (ooh)
Did she ever make her mother smile when she spoke?
Did she make her mother smile when she spoke?
Or has she always been there? (ooh)
Or has she always been there?
Staring from that bench
Sitting on that bench
Where shе sits and sleeps, day in and day out
Staring at the people walking by (ooh)
Cеrtainly she had a mother
Every soul was born to a mother (ooh)
But something, somewhere along the way (ooh)
But who can tell?
Slipped out from under her
From the way she sits there
Always staring
On that bench (ooh)
Dreaming dreaming
[Chorus]
Do you see her sitting over there?
All alone
Always in the open air
With a tarp for when it rains
Ahh, ahh
[Verse 2]
Under the tarp
Under the tarp (ooh)
A dark, cavernous place
Forbidding entry
And grocery bags
The constant pedestrian traffic (ooh)
And the dark
That is where she sleeps
A forbidding place
She sits all day long
And nevertheless
With all of her possessions stored underneath (ooh)
Seen by everyone who passes by
And on the bench laid out beside her (ahh)
And those old paperback books
A few greasy, old paperback books
Strewn about on the bench beside her (ahh)
For sale or simply arranged according to some inscrutable design
Are those for sale or are they arranged according to some inscrutable design?
No passerby seems to care to discover (ahh)
[Chorus]
Do you see her sitting over there?
All alone
Always in the open air
With a tarp for when it rains
Ahh, ahh
[Verse 3]
I throw a dollar at her feet
You walk up to her (ooh)
Toss a dollar on the paper plate
Onto the paper plate held from the breeze by the weight of a single, shining dime
That holds only one single dime
In reaction she lifts the tarp (ooh)
And she hands a book to you
Releasing a long-trapped odor
The Sum of All Fears by Tom Clancy
Handing me a book, she says (ooh)
I thank her
Here, the Sum of All Fears
And you read it in your hotel room (ahh)
This was the title of the book by Tom Clancy (ahh)
And though it is not the usual kind of thing that you like to read
I thanked her for the book and found, after reading it
You find that
That the sum of all fears is, really (ahh)
The sum of all fears is
Not all that bad not all that bad