Train of Thought

He likes to have the morning paper 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 too numb to see
 And nothing that he knows of
 And nowhere where he's been
 Was ever quite like this
 Yeah
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 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