Blood on the sidewalk
In a seedy part of town
The smell of last night's bottle
Broken glass on the ground
There's a line-up at the Mission
Cause the word has got around
That it's chicken soup today
At the Blue Madonna

And old Norm's on the corner
He's waiting for the 105
He's been living at the mission
Since he turned twenty-five
And he counts each day a blessing
Because he's still alive
Under the eyes of the Blue Madonna

Our fathers built her
So they would have a place
For those who were less fortunate
Who needed somewhere safe
Her doors are always open
For the ones who will remain
Outside the social confines of this town

And it's Friday afternoon
And the light is getting low
And all the young men congregate
Cause they've nowhere left to go
And they'll ask you for some change
And then say how d'ya do
Under the eyes of the Blue Madonna

It's amazing how many times
We pass the pitted gate
Or we cross the street to avoid the stares
Of the men who stand and wait
For a crust of bread, a coffee
Or a chance to sit a bit
Outside the social confines of this town

And old Norm's still on the corner
He's waiting for the 105
I don't have the heart to tell him
That that bus no longer rides
And he'll probably stay there waiting
Until the day he dies
Under the eyes of the Blue Madonna
Yes he'll probably stay there waiting
Until the day he dies
Under the eyes of the Blue Madonna