Not Nostalgia

This is not nostalgia
but I used to love the broken man
and yesterday I passed him by
on my way to business
on my way to something
that wouldn't wait
In a hurry, I know you understand
and there was no time
for the touch on my sleeve
and the hunger in his eyes

This is not nostalgia
because I knew her, oh so long ago
years back before the climb
when we talked on rainy afternoons
without loud music
But I'm so close now, so very close
to the next step up
and the moment's come quickly
and the deal's closing in
and the times are closing down

This is not nostalgia
that's a name for World War Two
Glenn Miller's band and radio
There are no homeless on the Internet
and it never rains these afternoons
'Cause I've been promised wash and wear
wrinkle free
and no bitter aftertaste
for the touch on my sleeve
and the hunger in his eyes

It's not nostalgia
so then why this feeling of dèja
without a comfortable vu
Having been here before
in times not turned away
When my father held the door for Mom
and she smiled
A smile wrinkle free
with no bitter aftertaste
Can't think about it now, I'm late
but I know it's not nostalgia