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 thirty years I set the thermostat
Where Frank Sinatra liked it
Pulled his girl and hung his hats
I never knew which ones were mine
Now he’s gone, 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 me up
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, a 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 (home), for me was always someone else, you go
(Home)
(Home)
(Home)
(Home)