Lyrics:

People come and go and forget to close the doorAnd they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floorAnd when they do, remember me, remember me.Some of them are old, some of them are newSome of them will turn up when you least expect them toAnd when they do, remember me, remember me.Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a starLucy please be still and put your madness in a jarBut do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you.Some of them are old but it would help if you could smileTo earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked milesAnd as you do, remember me, remember me.

Brian Eno Some Of Them Are Old