I guess I'm an old-fashioned dreamer
   walking the street on my own,
   out of date like the old-fashioned steamer
   no longer feeling at home.
   For now romance has gone, time races on.
   But I still remember,
   the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors
   and the old nickelodeon sound.
  
   The old cobblestone street echoes of feet
   like distant reminders of the town
   the girls, the bar full of sailors
   and the old nickelodeon sound.
  
   There used to be all kinds of places
   where people like me used to go,
   full of rough but friendly old faces
   looking for someone to know.
   But now, they only belong to old films or songs
   almost forgotten like the town,
   the girls, the bar full of sailors
   and the old nickelodeon sound.