Old Fashioned Plain

Dishevelled and uncouth Doing what I need to do The door swings open and it's you Erroneous flame of my youth The heart seizes up The hands begin to shake The mind begins to race The soul needs to escape And I don't know just how you feel But I know I can't bear Standing here before you now With memories of the past I was ungainly back then I know I haven't changed even now I bet you still remember how I reached to you beyond my ken We exchange pleasantries You give me your two cents I give you food for thought With nary a word And I don't know just how you feel But I know I can't bear Knowing you have got the same Memories of the past