immediately recognized it as an old song—the kind you heard as a kid, and knew that the world it came from and referred to was not only closed to you, but was one that in some sense you yourself had brought to an end, so that whatever it was really about was something that no longer existed, and that you could never have—except that now you were having it, because it had been transformed, uprooted, dragged into now, and some seemingly foreclosed possibility had opened up again.
