Frank Sinatra — The Single Man

I live alone, that hasn't always been easy to do for just a single man Sometimes it's nice the walls talk back to me They seem to say, wasn't yesterday a better day? Always alone, at home or in a crowd A single man off on his private cloud 'Cause in a world that few men understand I am what I am, the single man Once was a time, I can't remember when The house was filled with love, but then again It might have been imagination's plan To help along a single man