Lletres: Frank Sinatra. The Saddest Thing Of All.

Through a blurry window out above the rooftop
I keep looking at the rain-swept sky
In this small apartment where she used to love me
I just sit here as my life goes by
There's no doorbell ringing, no sweet sounds of singing
Just a silent room where tears won't dry

Life is sad when people hurt you
Sad when friends desert you
Sad when dreams get lost beyond recall
But remembering that love stopped blossoming
And that's the saddest thing of all

Once we had it made, our days one grand parade
Of thrills and laughter, only lovers know
She was proud of me and we were young and free
One touch was all it took, and off we go
Now above the rain, I hear a passing plane
And all my loneliness begins to show

Life is sad when people hurt you
Sad when friends desert you
Sad when dreams get lost beyond recall
But remembering from spring to lonely spring
Well, that's the saddest thing of all