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