The poems I wrote in Berlin

I didn’t keep any letters that Elsa wrote me
I didn’t keep any poems that I wrote in Berlin
I threw away the photos - of the girl from Mexico City
I have thrown away enough love to keep all the stars burning...

I didn’t mean to break all the hearts I have broken
I didn’t have to draw her eyes in every hotel room wall
I should not have snuck out in the dark - with all the kisses I’ve stolen
I do wish I hadn’t made all those drunken telephone calls...

I didn’t find Samantha waiting for me in Monte Carlo
I don’t know who I made love to - the night I spent in Stockholm
I didn’t keep the promise I made to Katerina in Morocco
I don’t know why it took eleven years just to get back home...

I threw away the ticket to get me back to Paris
I threw away Sofia’s phone number on the boat out of Singapore
I don’t know if I’ll ever learn what true love is
I know I’ll never throw away any love letters anymore...