[live at La Cigalle, Paris]
Some words uttered by a beggar
Struck a glancing blow
Frames form in his mind
Pain forms in his mind
Call into this night
[chorus]
At each new corner
I grow more weary
At each new corner
I see more people
I see more people
Lay in this doorway
In the orange street glare
People seem so far away
Their names mean nothing now
I see them turn and stare
I watch them slip away
Their names mean nothing
Their names mean nothing
Their names mean nothing now
[chorus]
Has Jesus forgotten
This man on the ground
He has his own blood
And the light in his eyes
He has his own blood
And the light in his eyes
And people seem so far away
Their names mean nothing now |