Rudiger

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