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

Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry/In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

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