(L.Robin, R. Rainger)
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[Recorded July 20, 1981, New York]
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Thanks for the memory
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Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
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Our wond'rous 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 a 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
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Thanks For The Memory
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| Frank Sinatra |
