Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry/In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning - Frank Sinatra, Carly Simon

The torch I carry is handsome

It’s worth its heartache in ransom

And 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 as the sky

Since love is gone,

Can’t get myself together

Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry

(In the wee small hours of the morning)

Friends ask me out and I tell them I’m busy

(While the whole wide world is fast asleep)

Must get a new alibi

(You lie awake)

I stay at home and ask myself, «Where is she?»

(and think about the girl)

Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry

Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops

Hanging on a stream of dreams

Fly little memories, my little memories

Remind her of our crazy schemes

Yes, somebody says, just forget about her

(When your lonely heart has learned it’s lesson)

So I gave that treatment a try

(You'd be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of…)

And 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