Stranger Song - Leonard Cohen

    It's 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
    It's 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
    he'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 sill
    he'll 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, 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 seems
    to want you to ignore his dreams
    as though they were the burden of some other
    O you've seen that man before
    his golden arm dispatching cards
    but 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 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 there's 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 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 sure
    we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
    I think it's 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 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 choose
    upon the shore, beneath the bridge
    that they are building on some endless river
    Then he leaves the platform
    for 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 ...

    I told you when I came I was a stranger
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