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a-ha – Train of Thought – 1986


    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 inked 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 thoughtsAnd at heart
    He’s full of strangers
    Dodging on his train of thought
    Train of thought