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 sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlour
seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your door step
and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear.
Are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if you are lonesome tonight.
You know someone said that the world is a stage,
and we each must play a part.
Faith had me playing in love with you
as my sweatheart.
Act one was, when we met.
I loved you at first glance.
You read your lines so cleverly,
and never missed a cue.
Then came back to.
You seemed to change.
You acted strange.
And why I've never known.
Honey, you lied when you said
you loved me.
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather to 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 bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear.
Are you lonesome tonight?