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 a 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