Train of Thought - Live

Lyrics for Train of Thought - Live

He likes to have the morning paper 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 naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now there's more that meets the eye How 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 too numb to see And nothing that he knows of And nowhere where he's been Was ever quite like this, yeah And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now there's more that meets the eye How a stranger's face he carries with him And at heart he's full of strangers Dodging on his train of thought Train of thought Dodging on his train of thought Train of thought Dodging on his train of thought