[Verse 1] 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, its another working day [Chorus] And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now theres more than meets the eye Oh, a strangers face he carries with him [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] And his thoughts are full of strangers And his eyes too numb to see And nothing that he knows of And nowhere where hes been Was ever quite like this [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now theres more than meets the eye Oh, a strangers face he carries with him [Outro] And at heart, hes full of strangers Dodging on his train of thought Train of thought
stranger, full, thought, corridor, naked