Frank Sinatra – Empty Tables

It’s like singin’ to empty tables

Or a gallery full of ghosts

Or like givin’ a great big party

Where nobody shows but the host

That’s what it’s been like, baby

That’s what it’s been like all night

Without you around to applaud me

Every night’s just like closing night

And I’m singin’, singin’ the same old numbers

`n’ I’m tellin’ the same sad jokes

And there’s nothin’ out front but mem’ries

And lot of transparent folks

So, please call, call and make a reservation

In our favorite spot for two

`cause I’m singin’ to empty tables without you

Without you

Without you