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Train Of Thought - Lyrics by A Ha

He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved
Words go upwords come downfonnrardsbackwardstwisted 'round.
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an officeit's another working day.
And his thoughts are full of strangerscorridors of naked lights.
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye.
Now a stranger's face he carries with him.
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio's whistling tunes that nobody knows.
At home a house awaits himhe unlocks the door
Thinking: once there was a sea herebut there never was a door.
And his thoughts are full of strangersand his eyes too numb to see.
And nothing that he knows ofand nowhere where he's been
Won't ever quite like this.
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights. . . .
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought.