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`Who`s that on the telephone`
The fisherman said
`Looks like a writer`
She turned her head
`Could be, we`ll see`
Ma ring replied
`There were rumours when he came`
And as the evening fell
Around the old hotel
The stranger left his dial-tone
His place was gone
In the game
`He`s down from the city
And he`s here to think.
He pays his money`
She got another drink
`Who knows, his book
Is closed to you and I
We may never know his name`
The music drifted down
The same repeated sound
`If Nat King Cole
Can save his sole
He`ll find his peace`
The fisherman eased his frame
`If I was asked
Just who`s to blame
To read his past
I`d have to say
She`s a woman . . .`
When all your cards are done
Just leave your share
And make your run
They`ll burn your contacts down
Plans on fire
You know they`ve won
Just turn and walk away
And start again, a brand new day
In lonliness their aim will turn
Against themselves
For one more play
In the game