written by Sammy Cahn and Jules Styne © 1944 Sammy Cahn and Jules Styne (ASCAP) The torch I carry is handsome It's worth its heartache in ransom And when the twilight steals I know how the lady in the harbor feels When I want rain I get sunny weather I'm just as blue as the sky Since love is gone can't pull myself together Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry Friends ask me out I tell them I'm busy I must get a new alibi I stay at home and ask myself where is he Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry Dry little teardrops Hanging on a string of dreams Fly little memories My little memories Remind him of our crazy schemes Somebody said just forget about him So I gave that treatment a try Strangely enough I got along without him Then one day he passed me right by Oh well I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry