Текст песни A-ha - Train Of Thought

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 suit case
Disappers into an office its another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers, 
corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason, 
Now there' more than meets the eye
Now a strangers face he carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio's 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 too numb too see
And nothing, that he knows of, 
and nowhere where he's been
Was never quite like this

Repeat chorus 1

Ending:

and at heart he's full of strangers, 
dodging on his train of thought

    (to fade)