Not A Through Street : I don't remember much of anything Of those years, Kind of strange and kind of sad Considering all the laughs and all the tears. Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac Or the cynical moon? Could it be the neighbor's cat watching Me from the living room? Either way, these days I feel so strange. I remember you; so strange. Do you remember me secretly? So I comb the depths of the ocean floor Of my memory; grasping onto some Shell, some piece some evidence Of you and me: Sunlight streams in morning Your head in the sheets Dancing naked in the living room (I still practice secretly). I remember you secretly. Do you remember me secretly? I remember you secretly. Do you remember me secretly? You're a mile away On your island, so close Doing who knows what With who-knows-who Haphazard lovers don't Seem to drown out your tune It goes for me anyway I don't know about you.