Lyrics and music: Billy Strayhorn
I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get that feel of life From jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces They used to be there, you could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day Twelve-o'clock-tales.
Then you came along with your siren song To tempt me to madness! I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me.
Ah yes! I was wrong Again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely again, When only last year everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful again, A trough-ful of tears could only be a bore! A week in Paris could ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it.
I'll forget you, I will And yet you are still burning inside my brain. Romance is mush, Stifling those who strive. I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be, while I rot with the rest
of those whose lives are lonely, too..