Guess I’ll Hang My Tears Out to Dry

2017.02.11, by Anatolij
Filed under Blues, Grief, Journal, Music

The torch I carry is handsome
It’s worth its heartache in ransom
And when the twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbour feels

When I want rain, I get sunny weather
I’m just as blue as the sky
Since love is gone, can’t pull myself together
Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry

Friends ask me out, I tell them I’m busy
I must get a new alibi
I stay 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
Hanging on a string of dreams
Fly little memories, my little memories
Remind her of our crazy schemes

Somebody says, "Just forget about her"
So 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