Walking on rails when you have a conversation And you get the sensation That you're talking to a tape recorder But you can't find the volume And the needle's off the station Walking on rails when you see someone That you used to know But you don't let them see you By dressing in grey You manage to vanish away against the asphalt Walking on rails Till I'm sharp again Walking on rails Till I'm smart again Walking on rails when you hear someone out in the hall They've got amplifiers in their shoes And you wonder how they could choose to be so cruel I found myself in a situation Where I couldn't stop avoiding eye contact all the time Kept expecting a knock on the door To come late at night But all I could hear was a factory siren in my ear