Frank Sinatra

In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimentals ease
In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall hes learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again.
A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights