He likes to have the morning paper`s
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 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
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
And his thoughts...
And at heart
He`s full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
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 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
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
And his thoughts...
And at heart
He`s full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought