Lyric Train Of Thought

He likes to have the morning paper s crossword solved

Words go up
words come down
fonnrards

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.
Now a stranger s face he carries with him.

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home

A distant radio s 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.
And nothing that he knows of
and nowhere where he s been

Won t ever quite like this.

And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors of naked lights. . . .
And at heart he s full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought.