I called your cab, you packed your bag And I knew that there was only one thing left to say I won't call and I won't write but I'll remember You're on that flight and it's plain to see That you're more than thirty thousand feet over me So I won't call, I won't write but I'll remember I've got memories and that's enough And I'll hold on to how good it was 'Cause it was perfect when you slipped your hand in mine And it's not that I don't want to call And it's not that I can't write To tell the truth I must have stopped myself a million times It's sinking in that now you're gone I don't really have a lot to hang my hat upon But I won't call and I won't write but I'll remember I've got memories and that's enough And I'll hold on to how good it was 'Cause it was perfect when you slipped your hand in mine And it's not that I don't want to call And it's not that I can't write To tell the truth I must have stopped myself a million times I'm shackled here, and you're out there free And I'll be under this till they lay flowers over me Still I won't call, I won't write But I'll remember No I won't call, I won't write But I'll remember I'll remember