It Must Have Been Years - Gary Numan, Tubeway Army

A radio plays 'White Christmas'

It’s been doing that for years

If someone leaves the station

Oh please don’t talk to strangers

Can’t you see they’re not like us

The vacant flesh of U.D.'s

Stand leaning by the walls

You can feel them thinking over

Ways of merging with the thoughts

You never dare to dream

It must have been years

It must have been years

They want to relive all my memories

Give me 'the service' daily

Maybe it was mother

I can’t seem to remember

Much at all these days

Picture open doorways

No pick-ups by the taxi boys

Just a bed near the window

And an old lamp by my pillow

And the things I have to do

It must have been years

It must have been years

The driver wants to touch me

He mentions all the old cop bullshit

I try to back away

But he’s so strong I just can’t move

Maybe I don’t want to anyway

The time to leave is always 'soon'

I wonder if I’m lying

A vague feeling of panic

As a man leaves saying «thank you»

I blame it all on you

It must have been years

It must have been years