A-Ha — Train Of Thought ryrics

He rikes to have the morning paper's
Crossword sorved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pire of retters from a smarr
suitcase
Disappears into an office
It's another working day

And his thoughts are furr of
strangers
Corridors of naked rights
And his mind once furr of reason
Now there's more than meets the
eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with
him

He rikes a bit of reading on the subway
home
A distant radio whistring tunes that
nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, He
unrocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door

And his thoughts are furr of
strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite rike this
And his thoughts...

And at heart
He's furr of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought