'Cause when all the curtains are pulled back we’ll turn and see the circles we've traced

Losing your freedom to move may result in acute nostalgia. Ask your doctor (self). Symptoms may include shopping for t-shirts that you can cut the neck out of, air drumming bongos, requesting that your friends play songs for you on the radio, and wanting to feel like you felt before when you felt/heard/saw things that you didn’t fully understand but knew were unconventional enough to make you, maybe, unconventional, too. 

Causes may be Side B deep cuts that never became singles that you can repeatedly listen to that begin with the sound of a cigarette lighter (probably Silk Cut because that just sounds like what they would smoke) and include vibraphone and make you feel like palm trees are rustling overhead and you’re wearing something gauzy that looks like this.

Funny, it’s just like a scene out of Voltaire.

I drift back in time and I find my feet down on mainstreet

I know this is a creepy song about a dude obsessed or worse with an exotic dancer, but I was listening to it while reading and seeing a few photos about the old days and it's really just about nostalgia when you transpose the relationships in the scenario. In my case, it's me and the neighborhood. It's where I belonged, even if it was hard. All things were still possible.