Train of Thought (Demo)

He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved

Words go up, words come down, forwards backwards twisted round

He doesn't act that strangely now there's people around

He's looking at their faces

They won't stick in his mind

He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase

Disappears into his 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 that meets the eye

Now a stranger's face, he'll carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home

A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows

A sudden interruptions and his train afar

Monday is the Tuesday for we'll be afar

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

Was never quite like this

Yeah

And at heart

He's full of strangers

Dodging on his train of thought

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