Memory Lane

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
'n' whistles to himself and sees
I am alone again today
He winks, as if to say
"it's okay"
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
Of simple times of hands in tangle
Fingers engaged
Memory lane