Train of Thought - Radio Mix; 2015 Remaster

He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved (hey)
Words go up, words come down
Forwards, backwards, twisted 'round (ha)
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 (ooh, ooh)
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

Ha, oh-oh, oh-oh

Ha, oh-oh, 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