These streets are not what they were,
as far as I can remember.
The times they been a’changin’.
The bookstore district has become the derelicts district,
and I can’t find a hoagie to save my life.
All that’s left are Subway shops.

I do not like this, Sam-I-Am.

I don’t know why the world couldn’t stay
exactly the way I left it
when I last cared about these streets
twenty two years ago.
Wouldn’t everything be better
if it were etched in amber?

This is rhetorical, of course.
The answer is an obvious “Yes!”