And that old time feeling goes sneaking down the hall Like an old gray cat in winter, keeping close to the wall And that old time feeling, comes stumbling up the street Like an old salesman kicking, the papers from his feet And that old time feeling draws circles around the block Like old women with no children, holding hands with the clock And that old time feeling, falls on its face in the park Like an old wino praying, he can make it until it's dark And that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain Like an old man with his checkers, dying 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 wondering if he is paid too much And that old time feeling, rocks, spits, cries Like an old lover remembering the girl with the clear blue eyes ♪ And that old time feeling goes sneaking down the hall Like an old gray cat in winter, keeping close to the wall