On Being Frank

I had it all, or should I say I saw it all?

And it's a long way from the dustbin of New Jersey to the top

Who would have known?

Who would have 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 hung his hats

I never knew which one were mine

Now he's gone, and I'm alone

And I don't know where I might be going

I rode the wind, the wind stopped blowing

Set me on the roadside coming 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

Now they're gone

And I don't know where I might be going

I rode the wind, the wind stopped blowing

Set me on the roadside coming home

But home, for me was always someone else you know

That shadows always fall, when the sun goes down

Alone, the shadow of a star, don't you know

That shadows always fall, yeah shadows always fall

When the sun goes down

And I don't know where I might be going

I rode the wind, the wind stopped blowing

Set me on the roadside coming home

And home, for me was always someone else you go