Альбом Frank Sinatra

In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimentals ease

In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall he's learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again.

A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn

In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people's dreams.

A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn

In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Just other people's dreams.

Speaks:
I can just about get through the day,
But the night makes me nervous
Not for any reason.
Except maybe that it catches you unaware,
And follows you the way a woman follows
When she wants something..
(music interlude)
I've been in every kind of night,
Why, I shouldn't be afraid of darkness,
But for some reason, the night makes me nervous.

I've been to town, I've walked the highways and in the suburbs too.
I've done somethings I never thought I'd ever do.
Now as I stand here looking down at you, you ask me why it is I frown.
I guess it's 'cause I've been to town.
I've been to town beyond the boulevard and down the beach,
I've learned some things that only time can teach,
For instance, love is more than just a speech,
It's got to find a common ground,
I know 'cause I've been to town.
Don't tell me any more, I can't waste any more years,
I've seen my image in your eyes,
Dissolve in disappointed tears.
I've been to town, you ask me do I know the Milky Way,
I do, and furthermore I'd like to say
It isn't milky white, it's dingy gray,
Especially when your world breaks down,
I know because I've been to town.

(Speaks)
I sometimes wonder why people make promises they never intend to keep.
Not in big things, like love or elections, but in the things that count -
The newspaper boy who says he will save an extra paper, and doesn't.
The laundry that tells you your suit will be ready on Thursday and it isn't.
Love, well yes, but like everything else, we go from day to day,
We move from promise to promise.
I've had a good many promises now, so I can wait for the harvest.
And some of them, they come about.

I live alone, that hasn't always been easy to do for just a single man
Sometimes it's nice the walls talk back to me,
They seem to say, wasn't yesterday a better day?
Always alone, at home or in a crowd,
A single man off on his private cloud,
'Cause in a world that few men understand,
I am what I am, the single man.
Once was a time, I can't remember when,
The house was filled with love, but then again,
It might have been imagination's plan
To help along a single man.

All the beautiful strangers who held me for a night,
And fell down in the darkness on pillows soft and white,
All the beautiful strangers, all in the afternoon,
Who praised my flat little summer, and came back to my room,
All the beautiful strangers, they spoiled me for a time,
And they taught me neon's just as nice as afternoon sunshine.

There's a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to see,
While the wine of wondering is still inside of me,
There's a few more pretty women that I'd like to know,
Bridge or two I'd like to cross, a few more oats to sow,
Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see,
I'll find out I still cannot run away from me.
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be
And there's a few more lonesome cities that I've yet to see.
Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see,
I'll find out I still cannot run away from me.
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be
And there's a few more lonesome cities that I've yet to see.
One or two more lonesome cities that I've yet to see.

I have been a rover I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways never found a home
Still in all I'm happy the reason is you see
Once in a while along the way love's been good to me.

There was a girl in Denver before the summer storm
Oh, her eyes were tender, oh, her arms were warm
And she could smile away that thunder, kiss away the rain
Even though she's gone away you won't hear me complain.

I have been a rover I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways never found a home
Still in all I'm happy the reason is you see
Once in a while along the way love's been good to me.

There was a girl in Portland before the winter chill
We used to go out courtin' along October Hill
And she could laugh away the dark clouds, cry away the snow
It seems like only yesterday as down the road I go.

I've been a rover I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways never found a home
Still in all I'm happy the reason is you see
Once in a while along the way love's been good to me.

Speaks:
Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up.
Empty is the eyes of animals in cages.
Empty, faces of women mourning
When everything's been taken from them.
Me, don't ask me about empty.

Sings:
Empty is a string of dirty days
Held together by some rain.
And the cold winds drumming at the trees again.
Empty is the color of the fear
Long about September when the days
Go marching in a line toward November.
Empty is the hour before sleep chills you every night
And pushes you to take me away from every kind of light.
Empty is me. Empty is me.

Speaks:
My window looks out over the park,
And every year I move another story up.
So now I'm almost close enough
To the roof of the sky to touch it.
I could even move the clouds aside,
But no clouds come, if they did, I'd welcome them.
'Cause I have very few visitors here any more.
There must be a highway somewhere, roads I've missed,
Something more than sky out beyond the window.

Speaks:
How can you say something new about being alone,
Tell somebody you're a loner?
Right away they think you're lonely,
It's not the same thing, you know.
It's not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket.
And that's caring enough not to care too much.
Mostly, I guess it's letting yourself come first for a while.

One day, I'm gonna find me an island, a think place,
Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele,
Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking,
About the women and the towns that I left behind.

In me, you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimental ease

In me, you see a man alone
Behind the wall he's learned to call his home
A man who still goes walkin' in the rain
Expecting love again

A man not lonely except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with mem'ries of midnights that fell apart at dawn

In me, you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people's dreams

[instrumental-strings]

A man learning to live with memories of midnights that fell apart at dawn

In me, you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Just other people's dreams