Train of Thought (U.S. Mix)

He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved

Words go up, words come down

Forwards, backwards, twisted round

He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase

Disappears into an office

It's another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors of naked lights

And his mind was full of reason

Now there's more than meets the eye

Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home

A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows

At home, a house awaits him, he unlocks the door

Thinking once there was a sea here

But there never was a door

And his thoughts are full of strangers

And his eyes too numb to see

There ain't nothing that he knows of

And nowhere where he's been

Was ever quite like this, yeah

And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors of naked lights

And his mind was full of reason

Now there's more than meets the eye

Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

And his heart is full of strangers

Dodging on his train of thought