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It's true that all the men you knew were dealerswho said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyonewho is reaching for the sky just to surrender,who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behindyou find he did not leave you very muchnot even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the cardthat is so high and wildhe'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
And then leaning on your window sillhe'll say one day you caused his willto weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his walletan old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seemsto want you to ignore his dreamsas though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man beforehis golden arm dispatching cardsbut now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to see another tired manlay down his handlike he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleepyou notice there's a highwaythat is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit downbut something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was surewe'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chartto get me to the heart of thisor any other matter
When he talks like thisyou don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you chooseupon the shore, beneath the bridgethat they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platformfor the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
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