I am on a street, I walk
Into the store, I do no talk
I think of you, I think a lot
Of what you might say
Memory Lane
The old man at the store still sings
A funny ancient tune, Chinese
Whistles to himself and sees
I am alone again today
He winks as if to say: 'It's okay'
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Sometimes when my memory fails
I look into my book of spells
Cards we wrote and pictures taken by someone else
I feel the pain
Memory Lane
I sleep by the window sill
Sounding out and dream for real
Simple times of hands entangled, fingers engaged
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane
Memory Lane

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