Old Fashioned People



Old-fashioned people, they never know why,
The world is changing day to day,
It moves so fast and leaves them in another time;

An old-fashioned dancer is dancing alone,
Dreaming of those music halls,
And with his lady waltzing away until the dawn,

And I thought I heard him say,
Please don't take my dreams away;

They carry me back again, show me that life again,
Carry me back to the places that I knew,
Carry me back again, show me that life again,
Carry me back to the places that I knew...

Old-fashioned lovers, they walk in the park,
Beside the river hand in hand,
And hurry home for tea before it gets dark,

Could be you and me one day,
Time will come when we will say,

Carry me back again, show me that life again,
Carry me back to the places that I knew,
Carry me back again, show me that life again,
Carry me back to the places that I knew;
Carry me back again, show me that life again,
Carry me back to the places that I knew...
"This is just a tender look at old folk. I suppose that when we're old, we'll be complaining that the world moves to fast and things aren't like they were in the old days. I wanted to make people think; next time you walk in the park, just look at the old guy sitting on the bench throwing crumbs to the pigeons... There's a lot of sadness in that... all his friends have gone, and all he wants is to be taken back to memories of his youth. It's a melancholy tune, but maybe sad-happy, too."
The Getaway Gazette, September '87
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