The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow colderSuddenly you’re olderAnd all because of the man that got away...No more his eager call,The writing’s on the wallThe dreams you’ve dreamed have all gone astrayThe man that won you, has run off and undone youThat great beginning, has seen the final inningDon’t know what happened, it’s all a crazy game...No more that old time thrillFor you’ve been through the millAnd never a new love will be the sameGood riddance, good-byeEvery trick of his, you’re on toBut fools will be foolsAnd where’s he gone to? The road gets rougherIt’s lonelier and tougherWith hope you burn upTomorrow he may turn upThere’s just no let upBut live lone night and dayEver since this world beganThere is nothing sadder thanA one man woman looking for the manThat got away...The man that got away...BarbraLiza, 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 scUp 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 iKnow how many hours, on I don’t know how many couches to be able to sing and really mean it...