(L.Robin, R. Rainger)

[Recorded July 20, 1981, New York]



Thanks for the memory

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

Our wond'rous 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