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 switch 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