He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved Words go up words come down fonnrards 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 naked lights. And his mind once full of reason Now there's more than meets the eye. Now a stranger's 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 to see. And nothing that he knows of and nowhere where he's been Won't ever quite like this. And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights. . . . And at heart he's full of strangers Dodging on his train of thought.

Crazy, but thats how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe its not to late To learn how to love And forget how to hate Mental wounds not healing Lifes a bitter shame Im going off the rails on a crazy train Ive listened to preachers Ive listened to fools Ive watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you have the role Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane Im going off the rails on a crazy train I know that things are going wrong for me You gotta listen to my words Yeh-h Heirs of a cold war Thats what weve become Inheriting troubles Im mentally numb Crazy, I just cannot bear Im living with something that just isnt fair Mental wounds not healing Who and whats to blame Im going off the rails on a crazy train