Rudiger

Rјdiger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rјdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Rјdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rјdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Rјdiger 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
Rјdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name’s in the paper so Rјdiger's there