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