Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry/In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry / In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in ransom
Now when that twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want rain I get sunny weather
I'm just as blue blue as the sky
Since love has gone I can't get myself together
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
My friend ask me out but I tell them I'm busy
I've got to get a new alibi
I hang around at home and ask myself
Where is she
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Dry little tear drops my little tear drops
Moving on a stream of dreams
My little memories those precious memories
Remind me of our crazy schemes
Then somebody says just forget about her
But I gave that treatment a try
Strangely enough I got along without her
Then one day she passed me right by
Oh well
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry