Thin man in a powder blue suit

With eyes that slice you through

The cut of his clothes was strange indeed

A hundred years too soon

A passing stranger with no business here

A rest stop on a voyage through time

A rest stop

A passing stranger

In a dream we had

The man with the patented face

The one with the telescope eyes

The man who walked away

Someone handed me a gun

Hit the swicth and ran

I laughed and shot at the ceiling

I laughed and shot the walls

The smell of fusing metal

Permeates the scene

Music plays in empty halls

Music plays in empty halls

Underneath the street lights

A stranger calls your name

He flickers to a halt and slowly fades away