Thanks for the Memory

Thanks for the memory

Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet

Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette

How lucky I was

And thanks for the memory

Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki

We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea

How cozy it was

Now since our breakup, I wake up

Alone on a gray morning-after

I long for the sound of your laughter

And then I see the laugh's on me

But thanks for the memory

Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill

I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still

I miss you so much

Thanks for the memory

Of how we used to jog even in a fog

That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog

How rainy it was

Thanks for the memory

Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed

Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud

How brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on Broadway

Together we'd go to a great show

But now I begin with the Late Show

And wish that you were watching too

I know it's a fallacy

That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie

We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die

And thank you so much