This house and all these rooms, last Christmas or last year
Out back the Dogwood blooms, do I really live here?
The paint, the walls, all this glass and wood
You don't recall, how I wish I could

Our house on Walton Way, the house with the red door
Our trip to San Tropez, the whole week a downpour
My first few steps and my first lost tooth
What nothing yet to tell the truth

Sing a song of forgetting
A song of the way things were not
Sing of what's lost to you
Of times that you never knew

Sing of not remembering when
Of memories that go unremembered and then
Sing a song of forgetting again

That day our child was born, our baby girl's first cry
That gray and drizzly morn, I've never felt so high
The day we met and we shared two beers, then?
I forget, but that's nineteen years

What a lovely cure, it's a medical miracle
With a mind so pure that she doesn't know anything
It's there I'm sure 'cause memories don't die
They don't die

Sing a song of forgetting
A song of the way things were not
Sing of what's lost to you, what's lost to you
Of times that you never knew

Sing of not remembering when
Of memories that go unremembered and then
Sing a song of forgetting, sing a song of forgetting
Sing a song of forgetting again