The torch I cary is handsome. It's worth its heartache in ransom. And when the twilight stills, I know how the lady in the harbor feels. When I want rain I get sunny weather. I'm just as blue as the sky. Since love is gone, can't pull my self together. Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry. Friends ask me how. I tell them I'm busy. I must get a new allaby. I stay at home and ask myself " Where is he?". Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry. Dry little teardrops. My little terdrops hanging on a string of dream. Fly little memories. My little memories. Remind him of our crazy scemes. Somebody said 'just forget about him' so I gave that treatment a try. Strangely enough I got along without him. Then one day he past me right by. Oh well, I guess, I hang my tears out to dry.