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