Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry - Frank Sinatra, Axel Stordahl

The torch I carry is handsome

It’s worth, it’s 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 friends ask me out, but I tell them I’m busy

I’ve got to get, 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 little memories

Remind her of our crazy schemes

Then somebody says, «Just forget about her»

And 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

Tears out to dry