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!" One of the nice things about growing older is realizing that you can survive life's disappointments, and you also realize that you cannot look to someone else for your happiness. of course it sc Up the songs you can't sing. you can't sing those dependent victim songs anymore with the same conviction, you know. for example, you can't sing: "i can be happy/i can be sad/i can be good/ Can be bad/it all depends on you? can't do that, no, no. another nice thing about growing older is that you finally begin to appreciate yourself flaws and all. and this next song has taken me i Know how many hours, on i don't know how many couches to be able to sing and really mean it...
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