Last night, I had a beautiful dream
That I bought our old building on 41st Street
And I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep.
I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call.
Some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls,
Then, brick by brick, we watched that building fall.
Then I toiled and I slaved for months at a time,
Structured life from it's foundation, crafted many a rhyme,
And I built you a home of beauty from the grime.
Not a day goes by I don't wish
That this whole thing was just a dream,
That I'd wake up in the morning
And you'd be lying next to me.
From the floors, to the ceilings, down to every beam,
I designed it all to follow a particular theme,
And filled every open space with all your favorite things.
I made a room for you to dance when you felt the need,
Put a hammock in the yard out beneath the trees,
Every level of the house held another story to me.
Not a day goes by I don't wish
That this whole thing was just a dream,
That I'd wake up in the morning
And you'd be lying next to me.
But as the months pass by, I vanquish
In the soul of your memory.
And now I'm three years down,
And six lovers deep.