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
INKED 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 EVE R
QUITE LIKE THIS
AND HIS THOUGHTS ARE
FULL OF STRANGERS
CORRIDORS OF
INKED 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