[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, it's another working day

[Chorus]
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

[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 he's 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 there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

[Outro]
And at heart, he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought