The night is bitter

The stars have lost their glitter

The winds grow colder

Suddenly you're older

And all because of the man that got away...

No more his eager call,

The writing's on the wall

The dreams you've dreamed have all gone astray

The man that won you, has run off and undone you

That great beginning, has seen the final inning

Don't know what happened, it's all a crazy game...

No more that old time thrill

For you've been through the mill

And never a new love will be the same

Good riddance, good-bye

Every trick of his, you're on to

But fools will be fools

And where's he gone to?

The road gets rougher

It's lonelier and tougher

With hope you burn up

Tomorrow he may turn up

There's just no let up

But live lone night and day

Ever since this world began

There is nothing sadder than

A one man woman looking for the man

That got away...

The man that got away...



Barbra

"liza, that was for your mom!"

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