And in the last days of the world of plastic records 
He takes the car into town 
He hears the voices of salvation through the static 
Just turns the volume down 

A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade 
Towers of glass that petroleum has made 
But he wouldn’t have been born 
At any other moment in the world 

And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle 
Calling him out of his sleep 
The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal 
He’s got his secrets to keep 

The daily news forms a pattern on TV 
Violence first, then a cat stuck up a tree 
But he wouldn’t have been born 
At any other moment in this world 

One o’clock and the office empties out 
He watches as they pass 
Nostalgic for something intangible 
A time that never was 

There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen 
It forms the shape of her face 
Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger 
One day he’ll paint her away 

He sees her now - she’s got a clean white shirt on 
She’s someone he’d just love to get the dirt on 
And she couldn’t have been born 
At any other moment in the world