train of thought þarký sözü

he likes to have the morning paper´s
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 than meets the eye
oh, 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 to numb to see
and nothing that he knows of
and nowhere where he´s been
was ever quite like this
and his thoughts...
and at heart
he´s full of strangers
dodging on his train of thought
train of thought