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, and old his girl hands on 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 heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing, set me on the roadside from the house, but how, for me was always someone else you know, that shadows always fall, when the sun goes down, i shook the hands, a few dames and presidents, and though they always smile politely, with a measure of decorum, still their eyes would stare 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 heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing, set me on the roadside from the house, but how, for me was always someone else you know, that shadows always fall, when the sun goes down, alone, is 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 heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing, set me on the roadside from the house, but how, for me was always someone else to go