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Itâs true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
Itâs hard to hold the hand of anyone
who 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 behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
heâll 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 sill
heâll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, heâll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O youâve seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now itâs 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 watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice thereâs a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you canât close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
Itâs you my love, you who are the stranger
Itâs you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, Iâve been waiting, I was sure
weâd meet between the trains weâre waiting for
I think itâs time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you donât know what heâs after
When he speaks like this,
you donât know what heâs after.
Letâs meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car thatâs warm
You realize, heâs 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
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
heâll 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 sill
heâll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, heâll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
I told you when I came I was a stranger.