No One Asks Your Name

I saw you standing on the street with dirty hands and callused feet with a frayed and weathered bag filled with dreams of different life you had No one stopped and asked you name where you're from or why you came So you move on down the road to a different town and a different home But your eyes still look the same full of hope and fear and pain. -- And no one asks your name where you're from or why you came -- And the choir sings in harmony Their voices loud and the church bells ring You feel the words floating in the air they echo in the city square They fall down on you like rain washed down the gutter where they drain And your life is still the same full of hope and fear and pain. -- And no one asks your name where you're from or why you came -- The rain is cold when it hits your face No one close for your embrace The winter wind blows through the night And you close you eyes against it's bite The people move on by And turn their heads when they meet you eye And no one asks your name Where you from or why you came. -- Your dreams are still the same full of loss and fear and pain.