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