It's a rainy Brooklyn morningYou're a phone numberAnd six states awayI dialed and found you homeYour voice comes backLike the day comes backFrom a night of dreamsYou're getting marriedAnd you're crazy about herYou really miss meI know exactly what you meanOh that's so nice to hearYou've plantedAll your roots down thereI'm still wanderingLike the fruit fallen from the treeIs she nice to you not like meLike the wife she was raised to beI remember peelingOff your clothesTo find your bodyA layer of my favorite cakeI remember blowingMad cash on youI was living like I had itLoving like we had it tooI miss those night togetherOn your futon on the floorAnd your drives to carolinaAnd pink floydOur common coreAnd your breathBetween my shouldersAnd your carThat took me milesAcross state linesAnd space and timeI think I'll step outside nowCatch a slice of sunlightThrough the rainI'll try and feel the sunsetHiding in the cloudsHere your poemsStill warm meWhen memory drainsDid I mention that I miss youAnd I love you sometimesNot in that famousStar-crossed wayIn that love with a limit wayIsn't it niceI still don't knowWhat you do for moneyIsn't it nice only your artCame up in conversationIsn't that niceOn a rainy BrooklynMorning I dialed andFound you home
