Train of Thought

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

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Corridors of naked lights

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And his mind once 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

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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 to numb to see

And nothing that he knows of

And nowhere where he's been

Was ever quite like this

Yeah

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And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors of naked lights

And his mind once full of reason

Now there's more than meets the eye

Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

♪

And at heart

He's full of strangers

Dodging on his train of thought

Train of thought