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 ones 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, thumbing 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, thumbing 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, thumbing home
And home, for me, was always someone else
You go (Home)
(Home)
(Home)
(Home)



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Folds
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