A-Ha - Train Of Thought Lyrics
He likes to have the morning papersCrossword solvedWords go up words come downForwards backwards twisted roundHe grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcaseDisappears into an officeIts another working dayAnd his thoughts are full of strangersCorridors of ***** lightsAnd his mind once full of reasonNow theres more than meets the eyeOh, a strangers face he carries with himHe likes a bit of reading on the subway homeA distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knowsAt home a house awaits him, he unlocks the doorThinking once there was a sea hereBut there never was a doorAnd his thoughts are full of strangersAnd his eyes to numb to seeAnd nothing that he knows ofAnd nowhere where hes beenWas ever quite like thisAnd his thoughts...And at heartHes full of strangersDodging on his train of thoughtTrain of thought