And who is this man standing at my door?   Is he lying or is he true?   Is this how I see you?   Like a rolling pebble on the deepest ocean floor   Life has rubbed me smooth   But you cup me in your hands   And you roll me in your pocket   How many men, unhappy, crammed inside their skin   Wordless to explain, stand at someone's door?      Am I too old for this?   Is there kindness in his face?   A good man or a weak man?   There are horses in the room pulling me through fences   I throw the window open   And the light hits the pavement.   Come in, come in, whoever you are   I will know you, if only from afar      Once I saw a dry dock   And the rustling hulks of ships and trawlers   With a wind that could cut steel   It was so cold      And I don't have to think that hard   And it all comes flooding back   There is so much that neither of us will ever know   Come in, come in, whoever you are   I will know you, if only from afar