The Beggar (The Durutti Column)

Some words uttered by a beggar Struck a glancing blow Frames form in his mind Words form in his mouth Call into this night 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 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