| Thanks for the memory
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| Of things I can’t forget, journeys on a jet
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| Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
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| How lucky I was
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| And thanks for the memory
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| Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
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| We had a pad in London, but we didn’t stop for tea
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| How cozy it was
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| Now since our breakup, I wake up
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| Alone on a gray morning-after
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| I long for the sound of your laughter
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| And then I see the laugh’s on me
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| But thanks for the memory
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| Of every touch and thrill; |
| I’ve been through the mill
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| I’ve lived a lot and learned a lot; |
| you loved me not and still
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| I miss you so much
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of how we used to jog even in a fog
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| That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog
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| How rainy it was
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| Thanks for the memory
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| Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed
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| Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud
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| How brainy he was
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| Gone are those evenings on Broadway
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| Together we’d go to a great show
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| But now I begin with the Late Show
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| And wish that you were watching too
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| I know it’s a fallacy
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| That grown men never cry; |
| baby, that’s a lie
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| We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die
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| And thank you so much |