It's true that all the men you knew were dealers<br />Who said they were through with dealing<br />Every time you gave them shelter<br />I know that kind of man<br />It's hard to hold the hand of anyone<br />Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender<br />Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.<br /><br />And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind<br />You find he did not leave you very much<br />Not even laughter<br />Like any dealer he was watching for the card<br />That is so high and wild<br />He'll never need to deal another<br />He was just some Joseph looking for a manger<br />He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.<br /><br />And then leaning on your window sill<br />He'll say one day you caused his will<br />To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter<br />And then taking from his wallet<br />An old schedule of trains, he'll say<br />I told you when I came I was a stranger<br />I told you when I came I was a stranger.<br /><br /><b>Suite dans les coms, merci</b><br /><br /><i>Petite Rigolote et la Musique du Royaume de Zinzin</i>
