Rockmaker

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? 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