Modern Times Lyrics - Singles - Al Stewart

Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you 

It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you 

So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glasses 

And drink a toast to olden times where all our memories lie 

Where all our memories lie 

Do you remember the time we were young? 

Lowly, lowly, low 

Outside the window the frosty moonlight hung 

On the midnight snow 

So we pulled our scarves around our faces in the night 

Huddled on the doorsteps where the fairylights shone bright 

Singing Christmas carols while our breath hung in the light 

It all comes back like yesterday 

It almost seems like yesterday 

Do you remember the changes as we grew? 

Slowly, slowly, slow 

Sneaking in the back way into movies after school 

For the evening show 

Chasing skinny blue jean girls across the building-site 

Checking out the dance floor while the band played "Hold Me Tight" 

See the blonde one over there: I bet she'd be alright 

It all comes back like yesterday 

It almost seems like yesterday 

While I talked he sat and he never made a sound 

Staring at the glass beside me 

Hey old friend, tell me what's on your mind? 

Silence grows on you like ivy 

Ivy 

Do you remember the church across the sands? 

Holy, holy, ho 

You stood outside and planned to travel the lands 

Where the pilgrims go 

So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack 

Set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac 

Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back 

Tell me why you look away 

Don't you have a word to say? 

He said, "I don't remember ... I Don't want to remember 

In fact I've heard too much already 

I don't want to think, just leave me here to drink 

Wrapped up in the warmth of New York City 

Oh, oh, it seems you just don't know 

And you just don't understand me 

I've got no use for the tricks of modern times 

They tangle all my thoughts like ivy 

Ivy" 

So I left him, and I went out to the street 

Lowly, lowly, low 

Where the red light girls were coming after me 

Forty dollar show 

All across the city's heart the lights were coming on 

The hotel lift softly hummed a Cole Porter song 

If I went to look for him I knew he would be gone 

A picture-card of yesterday 

A photograph of yesterdayAnd far off in a deserted part of town 

The shadows like a silent army 

Flooded out the rooms in pools of blue and brown 

And stuck to all the walls like ivy 

Ivy 

Ivy