I am on a street, I walk
into the store, I do not 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
he whistles to himself and sees
I am alone again today
He winks as if to say
"It's okay"
On memory lane
Memory lane
Oh, 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 windowsill
sounding out a dream for real
simple times of hands entangled
fingers engaged
Memory lane x6
