Train Of Thought

He likes to haveThe morning paper crossword solvedWords go up, words come downForwards, backwards, twisted roundHe grabs a pile of lettersFrom a small suitcaseDisappears into an officeIt’s another working dayAnd his thoughtsAre full of strangersCorridors of naked lightAnd his mindOnce full of reasonNow there’s more than meets the eyeNow a stranger’s faceHe carries with himHe likes a bit of readingOn the subway homeA distant radio whistling tunesThat nobody knowsAt home a house awaits himHe unlocks the doorThinking once there was a sea hereBut there never was a doorAnd his thoughtsAre full of strangersAnd his eyes too numb to seeAnd nothing that he knows ofAnd nowhere where he’s beenWas ever quite like thisAnd his thoughtsAre full of strangersCorridors of naked lightAnd his mindOnce full of reasonNow there’s more than meets the eyeNow a stranger’s faceHe carries with himAnd the heart is full of strangersDodging on his train of thoughtTrain of thought

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