A Day In The Life Of A Fool
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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A day in the life of a fool
A sad and a long lonely day
I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into
The welcome sight of you coming my way

I stop just across from your door
But you're never home any more
So back to my room and there in the gloom
I cry tears of goodbye




(That's the way it will be every day in the life of fool)

Overall Meaning

The song A Day In The Life Of A Fool by Frank Sinatra is a melancholic reflection on the life of a heartbroken individual who longs for the return of a lost love. The lyrics of the song portray the hopelessness and solitude that the singer experiences on a daily basis as they wander the streets searching for a glimpse of their former lover. The opening lines convey the sadness of the singer's existence, with the phrase "a sad and a long lonely day" providing insight into their emotional state. The singer's search for their lost love is revealed in the line "I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into the welcome sight of you coming my way."


The chorus brings a sense of resignation and inevitability to the song, as the singer admits that every day will be the same – a cycle of searching in vain for a love that is no longer there. The final verse is particularly poignant, with the line "So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears of goodbye" capturing the desperation and heartbreak of the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

A day in the life of a fool
A foolish person lives a life of sadness and loneliness.


A sad and a long lonely day
Their day is characterized by sadness and loneliness that seem to never end.


I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into
The foolish person walks around, wishing and hoping to meet someone in particular.


The welcome sight of you coming my way
This person eagerly awaits the arrival of someone special in their life.


I stop just across from your door
But unfortunately, when they arrive outside the door of that person, they realize that they are never home anymore.


But you're never home any more
The person they wish to see is always absent.


So back to my room and there in the gloom
Left with no other option, the foolish person returns back to their room, which is filled with sadness and gloom.


I cry tears of goodbye
They weep tears of sadness and say goodbye to their unattainable dream.


(That's the way it will be every day in the life of fool)
This repeated cycle of sadness and hopelessness is the everyday reality of a foolish person.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CARL SIGMAN, LUIZ BONFA, ANTONIO MARIA ARAUJO DE MORAES

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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