Track byFrank Sinatra
Talking to myself And making little sense I was a frustrated man Leaning on a fence And making jokes at my expense Not even I understand Isn't very often; it happened once or twice Isn't very common that I listen to advice Something that I wanted But don't know how to ask for Is it in the future, the present, or the past You say come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down Come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down Sitting on a bench I wonder where my future went I am a frustrated man Pulling on a drink I thought my problems at the shrink So even I understand Isn't very often; it happened once or twice Isn't very common that I listen to advice Something that I wanted But don't know how to ask for Is it in the future, the present, or the past You say come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down Come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down