Geraldine & Ruthie Mae
They'll be cruising Main today
Through the alleys, the bi-ways
Down by the dumpsters
They might find a bite to eat
And a place to rest their feet
It seems to take all the strength
That they can muster
No one ought to live like that
When their voice grows frail and thin
Hiding in the shadows at night
Counting hours 'til its light
This winters been a hard one
Lots of snow and no sun
Old legs hurt and it's hard
To keep on moving
It's the fourth winter that they've fought
Each other is all they've got
They walk the streets all day
No one sees them
No one ought to live like that
When their voice grows frail and thin
Hiding in the shadows at night
Counting hours 'til its light
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae
Going crazier every day
In a city moving full speed
All around them
With their bundles and their bags
Their trinkets and their rags
They walk the streets all day
But no one sees them
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae