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my father never took me to the races
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Springtime for the Jewish Horseplayer
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Nights Like This

 
Nights like this when I can't sleep
I'll wish we were in the old apartment
where the computer sat in the living room
and when I leaned back I could see you in bed
unknowingly steering me through my sleeplessness
Sitting on the couch watching infomercials
I could always hear you call my name after a bad dream
I thought you so lucky to be asleep
 
Now after five and a half hours non-stop at the computer
(a hundred thirty seven years of SimCity)
I realize I could have flown back to New York City
and I keep the sound turned off just in case
Once I heard you through the two open windows
as if you were in another apartment and
for a strange moment I felt as if I didn't know you
The thought of falling in love with you again makes me cry
  
Nights like this when I can't sleep
I'll walk into the bedroom and see you asleep
and want to lie next to you for a few minutes
but I'm afraid of waking you up
and standing there watching you
reminds me too much of a parent with a child
I'll be glad when the paper comes
because I can sit at the dining room table and read
and when I lean back I'll see you in bed
and soon it will be morning and I'll sleep
-d


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