When I walk down Williamsburg Street West
Between Flushing and Kent it makes me sad
I remember driving up Vanderbilt Avenue
Toward the place with her dog and her cat
She didn't always answer with precision
She didn't always smile when I arrived
She didn't always laugh or whisper "boy I really love you"
But she always made me feel alive
Love isn't less real
Because it leaves
Sometimes people are in doubt
Sometimes lovers just walk out
But love doesn't mind the pain
They both lead the same way
So I think back to when I first met her
On that warmish November day
I don't notice anything at the Brooklyn Museum
But her hair and her lips and her face
We laughed together making fun of children
We kissed above the Q Train stairs in the rain
She answered when I called her the next morning
Her voice inside my head still talks and sings
Love isn't less real
Because it leaves
Sometimes people are in doubt
Sometimes lovers just walk out
But love doesn't mind the pain
They both lead the same way
Toward the path must take
Knowing what I know
How fast it would end
How I'd break
I'd still do it again
For six more months whispering her name
Love isn't less real
Because it leaves
Sometimes people are in doubt
Sometimes lovers just walk out
But love doesn't mind the pain
They both lead the same way
Toward the path you must take