Tono:
Introducción:
bass/ E D A D/E
He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved
/ E D A D/E
Words go up words come down, forwards, backwards twisted round
/ E D A
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suit case
/ E D C#m
Disappers into an office its another working day
Chorus 1:
D Bm7 C#m7 D E Bm7 C#m7 D
And his thoughts are full of strangers, corridors of naked lights
E Bm7 C#m7 D E Bm7 C#m7 D
And his mind once full of reason, Now there' more than meets the eye
/ E F#m D A
Now a strangers face he carries with him
Verse 2:
C# Bm/ E C#m/ E D/E C#m/ E Bm/ E C#m/ E D/E
and at heart he's full of strangers, dodging on his train of thought