R¨šdiger stands in the rain and the snow
collector of autographs
names upon photographs
faces of people who everyone knows
R¨šdiger lives in a place on his own
briefcase and spectacles
strange and respectable
he knows the meaning of being alone
R¨šdiger works as a clerk in the town
music or politics
r¨šdiger gets his kicks
he gets information then he comes around
R¨šdiger 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
R¨šdiger waits in the dark by the stair
his fingers are shaking
his feet they are aching
but your name's in the paper so r¨šdiger's there