Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry
Embracing Heartache: Carmen McRae's Tale of Love's Twilight
Lyrics
The torch I carry is handsome
The torch I carry is attractive or appealing.
It's worth its heartache in ransom
Despite the heartache it brings, the torch is valuable.
And when that twilight steals
Referencing the evening, suggesting a melancholic atmosphere.
I know how the lady in the harbor feels
Understanding the emotional state of a lady in the harbor, possibly feeling isolated or abandoned.
When I want rain, I get sunny weather
Desiring rain but receiving sunshine metaphorically reflects unfulfilled wishes.
I'm just as blue as the sky
Feeling as blue or as sad as the sky.
Since love is gone, can't get myself together
Struggling to cope with the absence of love and feeling emotionally disarrayed.
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Deciding to express and endure the pain by metaphorically hanging tears out to dry.
Friends ask me out and I tell them I'm busy
Declining social invitations, creating excuses, and avoiding company.
Must get a new alibi
Feeling the need for a new excuse to conceal emotional distress.
I stay at home and ask myself, "Where is she?"
Contemplating the whereabouts of a missing or departed loved one while staying at home.
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Reiterating the decision to endure and display emotional pain.
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops
Describing the tears as small, possibly implying the insignificance of individual sorrows.
Hanging on a stream of dreams
Depicting tears hanging on a stream of dreams, symbolizing memories and emotions.
Fly little memories, my little memories
Characterizing memories as fleeting and delicate, influenced by past shared aspirations.
Remind her of our crazy schemes
Recalling past endeavors and adventures shared with the absent person.
Yes, somebody says, just forget about her
Receiving advice to forget the person, indicating an attempt to move on.
So I gave that treatment a try
Experimenting with the advice, attempting to cope without dwelling on the past.
And strangely enough I got along without her
Surprisingly managing to live without the person temporarily.
Then one day she passed me right by, oh, well
Encountering the person again, leading to a resigned acceptance of the emotional struggle.
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Concluding with the decision to persist in expressing and confronting emotions.
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