It's a rainy Brooklyn morning You're a phone number And six states away I dialed and found you home Your voice comes back Like the day comes back From a night of dreams You're getting married And you're crazy about her You really miss me I know exactly what you mean Oh that's so nice to hear You've planted All your roots down there I'm still wandering Like the fruit fallen from the tree Is she nice to you not like me Like the wife she was raised to be I remember peeling Off your clothes To find your body A layer of my favorite cake I remember blowing Mad cash on you I was living like I had it Loving like we had it too I miss those night together On your futon on the floor And your drives to carolina And pink floyd Our common core And your breath Between my shoulders And your car That took me miles Across state lines And space and time I think I'll step outside now Catch a slice of sunlight Through the rain I'll try and feel the sunset Hiding in the clouds Here your poems Still warm me When memory drains Did I mention that I miss you And I love you sometimes Not in that famous Star-crossed way In that love with a limit way Isn't it nice I still don't know what you do for money Isn't it nice only your art Came up in conversation Isn't that nice On a rainy Brooklyn Morning I dialed and Found you home