On Being Frank

I had it all or should

I say, I saw it all

And it'a a long way from the dust-bin of

New Jersey to the top

Who would've known

Who would've known

I had a dream

But dreams had other plans for me

For 30 years

I set the thermostat where

Frank Sinatra liked it

Pulled his girls and all his hats

I never knew which ones were mine

Now he's gone

And I'm alone

And I don't know where

I might be goin'

I rode the wind, the wind stopped blowin'

Set me on the roadside thumbing home

But home for me was always someone else you know

That shadows always fall when the sun goes down

I shook the hands

Of mafia dons and presidents

And though they always smiled politely

With a measure of decorum

Still their eyes would scan beyond me

For a glimpse of something more

But now he's gone

And now they're gone

And I don't know where

I might be goin'

I know that when the winds stop blowing

Set me on the roadside thumbing home

But home for me was always someone else you know

That shadows always fall when the sun goes down

Alone

A shadow of a star, don't-cha know

That shadows always fall, yeah shadows always fall

when the sun goes down

And I don't know where

I might be goin'

I know that when the winds stop blowing

Set me on the roadside thumbing home

But home for me was always someone else you know