I see you’re still going to that cellar bar,
Still driving there in that old fifties car
Same old place where once love was begun
Desperately seeking out some long lost fun
Where everyone you see is almost young
People have I love you on the tip of their tongue

Almost young
So very nearly young
Almost young
So very nearly young

Gathered in the corners, away from the light
Touching starngers hands though till midnight
Kissing in the dark, holding on so tight,
Like finch chicks in a nesting box, out of sight
Wondering whether this really feels right.
Could it work out? Maybe it just might.

Almost young
So very nearly young
Almost young
So very nearly young

Once in a while you take a bit of a chance,
Move onto the floor for a long slow dance,
Look wistfully across where the young folk are
On the shiny bright side of the cellar bar
To that place where love was once begun
Dancing in the shadows with the almost young

Almost young
So very nearly young
Almost young
So very nearly young

Harry Rogers, In the old study, 7th July 2012