He's got a fool hearted memory That won't let him see That she walked out the door He sits patiently Here every night so it can fool him more Nickels and dimes Memories and wines She's on his mind once again The same old stool

Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory Will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head So

But your memory won't let me She's all good, but you're the best I ever had Tell me how could she ever compete with that Ocean Boulevard still has my heart Close my eyes and there we are It still the only place that feels like home I know that I should

Do you believe that this ain't meant to be? Follow this feeling, come find it with me We're dreaming, we're chasing Memory makin' Bottle-up the moment Living like you own it Writing our story Yeah-ehh, yea-ehh I wanna take your hand, put it in mine

But not for me I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me They're writing songs of love A lucky star's above With love to lead the way I've found

Face me, sitting in my memory, Hold me, I remember The heavenly That summer, we talked endlessly Always, about everything, Fusion, nothing new for you I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes We argue, constantly

She's got it all my heart my soul my wishes All of my love my hugs my kisses Everything that means anything at all All my life I been hopin' I could give someone such devotion Every sweet memory I can recall She got it all She's got every quality From A

First Verse I am yours. However distant you may be, There blows no wind but wafts your scent to me, There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me Lingers forever as a part of me. I am yours.

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of