Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? [Chorus:] And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf Don't know quite what to do, I've been acting my life in phases Is it really true that they're keeping us locked in cages? Rock maker