Train Of Thought – a-ha
He likes to have a morning paper crossword solvedWords go up words come downForwards backwards twisted roundHe, he doesn’t like that strange and now there’s people aroundHe’s looking at their faces they won’t stick in his mind, he
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcaseDisappears into an office, it’s another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangersCorridors of naked lightsAnd his mind once full of reasonNow there’s more that meets the eyeNow, a stranger’s face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway homeA distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knowsHe says, “Riba shurarirari”A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughtsHis Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the doorThinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a doorAnd his thoughts are full of strangersAnd his eyes too numb to seeAnd nothing that he knows ofAnd nowhere where he’s beenWas never quite like this, tell
And at heart he’s full of strangersDodging on his train of thoughtTrain of thoughtTrain of thoughtTrain of thoughtTrain of thought
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