| And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall | |
| Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall | |
| And that old time feeling comes stumblin' up the street | |
| Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet | |
| And that old time feeling draws circles around the block | |
| Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock | |
| And that old time feeling falls on its face in the park | |
| Like an old wino prayin' he can make it till it's dark | |
| And that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain | |
| Like an old man with his checkers, dyin' to find a game | |
| And that old time feeling plays for beer in bars | |
| Like an old blues-time picker who don't recall who you are | |
| And that old time feeling limps through the night on a crutch | |
| Like an old soldier wonderin' if he's paid too much | |
| And that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries | |
| Like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes | |
| And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall | |
| Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall |