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