I also love these lyrics, from "In a Hand or a Face" by The Who:

There's a man going through your dustbin
Only this time he's looking for food
There's a tear in his eye; you don't know him
Oh, but you know what he's going through

Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help him?
Feelin' sick as he staggers away?
Is it weird that you hate a stranger?
Can a detail correct your dismay?