(Playing with the boys) Playing, playing with the boys After chasing sunsets One of life's simple joys Bodies working overtime Staying, playing with the boys I'd say it was the right time To walk away

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbows end Waiting round the band My huckleberry friend, moon river Moon river wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Old dream maker, you

I just want to ball like the big league I just want a nice house on the shore I just want a big house like Gatsby So catch me if you can I'm chasing after my dreams I want to be the man 'Cause I don't want to worry no more I don't want to worry no more

We lose control I am fading I feel I am losing myself Wishing I could be someone I'm not I know somewhere there's a mirror that can show me who I am Because I will never know Constantly bending Engulfed by my history

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more Put me on the blink I'll sing to him, each spring to him After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm awake With no bromo-seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations Your rotting corpse is restored Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust Withered bandages restrain you no more Severed heads accent the gates Bones emerge from the sands Proof of your reign remains I, your

(Your feminine) fingers are like daggers Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke My scars unravel cruel history Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years and heartache, heartfelt for granted You left

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more Put me on the blink I'll sing to him, each spring to him After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm awake With no bromo-seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are