I’ll never return to Vienna
Or London, or Salzburg, or Rome
I’ll never set eyes on Paris
Or admire Madame Pele’s home.
I won’t swim again in the ocean
A desert I’ll never see
I won’t spend a night at the Waldorf
The Ritz, or a ship at sea.
I won’t learn to ride a Harley
Or waltz until dawn at a ball
I won’t be a star on Broadway
Or sing at Carnegie Hall.
I know the clock is winding down
I have few regrets in my life.
But foregoing the love of just one more dog…
That cuts through my soul like a knife!