Thanks For The Memory - Live At The London House, Chicago, 1958

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 and 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