Train Of Thought
He likes to have the morning paper'sCrossword solvedWords go up words come downForwards backwards twisted roundHe grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcaseDisappears into an officeIt's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangersCorridors of naked lightsAnd his mind once full of reasonNow there's more than meets the eyeOh, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway homeA distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knowsAt home a house awaits him, he unlocks the doorThinking once there was a sea hereBut there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangersAnd his eyes too numb to seeAnd nothing that he knows ofAnd nowhere where he's beenWas ever quite like this
And his thoughts are full of strangersCorridors of naked lightsAnd his mind once full of reasonNow there's more than meets the eyeOh, a stranger's face he carries with him
And at heartHe's full of strangersDodging on his train of thoughtTrain of thoughtDodging on his train of thought