Dan:
This house and all these rooms?
Last Christmas or last year?
Out back the dogwood blooms—

Diana:
Do I really live here?

Dan:
The paint, the walls
All this glass and wood
You don't recall?

Diana:
How I wish I could

Dan:
Our house on Walton Way—
The house with the red door?
Our trip to St Tropez—
The whole week a downpour?

Natalie:
My first few steps
And my first lost tooth
What, nothing yet?

Diana:
To tell the truth

Dan:
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 grey and drizzly morn—
I've never felt so high

Diana:
The day we met
And we shared two beers

Dan:
Then?

Diana:
I forget

Dan:
But that's nineteen years

Natalie:
What a lovely cure—
It's a medical miracle
With a mind so pure
That she doesn't know anything

Dan:
It's there, I'm sure— Natalie:
'Cause memories don't die Why? Diana:
They don't die They die I'll try

Dan, Natalie & Diana:
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