He likes to have the morning paper
crossword solved
Hey
Words go up words come down
forwards backwards twisted 'round
Hey
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
Ooooh
A distant radio whistling tunes
that nobody knows
Uh
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 ever quite like this
Yeah
Ha
Hey hey
Oh oh
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
Dodging on his train of thought