Some words uttered by a beggar  Struck a glancing blow  Frames form in his mind  Words form in his mouth  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  The dirt on his clothes  And the blood on his face  He has his own blood  And the light in his eyes  People seem so far away  Their names mean nothing now  People seem so far away  Their names mean nothing now  Their names mean nothing  Their names mean nothing now  [fade]