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