A Ha
Train Of Thought
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 nked 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 ever quite like this
And his thoughts...
And at heart
He´s full of strangers
Doging on his train of thought
Train of thought
