Quote of The Day:

• One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

Artist: Frank Sinatra

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 parlor
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
Is your heart filled with pain
Shall I come back again
Tell me dear
Are you lonesome tonight