Tonight I'm downhearted,
for though we have parted,
I love you, and I always will;
and while I'm so lonely,
I'm writing you only,
to see if you care for me still.
Are you lonesome tonight.
Do you miss me tonight.
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray
to a bright summer day,
when I kissed you and called you
Do the chairs in your parlour seem empty and bare,
do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I hold, with affection,
a fond recollection,
a romance of days now gone by;
and often I wonder,
if I made a blunder,
by letting you bid me 'Goodbye'.
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight?
You know, someone said
'The world's a stage, and each must play a part'.
Fate had me playing 'in love' with you as my sweetheart,
act one was where we met; I loved you a first glance.
You read your lines so c1everly, and never missed a cue,
then came act two.
You seemed to change, you acted strange, and why?
I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said 'You loved me',
and I had no cause to doubt you,
but I'd rather go on hearing your lies
than to go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare,
and I'm standing there with emptiness all around
and if you won't come back to me,
then they can ring the curtain down.