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 nked 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 thoughts...

 And at heart
 He's full of strangers
 Doging on his train of thought
 Train of thought