Låttexter: Frank Sinatra. Wandering.

Sometimes I think that I'm on the right track
But I keep coming back to the same place
The same place where I sought it

Sometimes you'll think there's a smile on my face
But it can't take the place of a free-heart
A me-heart that I've read of

I can hear mem'ries singing through night and through day
What good are mem'ries, they just seem to get in the way
They get in the way

When it's November, I'll think of July
Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky
A warm sky where I'll wander

When it's November, I'll think of July
Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky
A warm sky where I'll wander