New York Memories

Remember we met 
At that bar on 4th street?
It was rainy that day
And your shoes were torn. 
You asked for new socks
And I invited you over.
You stared at my room and asked 
'Where's the window?' 
My face fell, embarrassed.
I was living my dream
I was living my Big Apple Dream 
Without a window.
And you were living your dream
You were living your Big Apple dream 
With your wet socks.