Rüdiger stands in the rain an the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rüdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin
He waits there all night
Security's tight
They know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His fet they are aching
But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler
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