– (In My) Solitude –
w Eddie DeLange + Irving Mills,
m Duke Ellington, 1934

In my solitude, you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude, you taunt me
With memories that never die

I sit in my chair, filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom ev'rywhere, I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude, I'm praying
Dear Lord above, send back my love
Dear Lord above, send back my love

– The Rules of the Road
m Cy Coleman, w Carolyn Leigh, 1961

So these are the ropes,
The tricks of the trade,
The rules of the road.

You're one of those dopes
For whom they were made,
The rules of the road.

You follow that kiss and recklessly miss
A bend in the road,
Then suddenly this--
The end of the road.

So love is a hoax,
A glittering string
Of little white lies.

But these are the jokes,
And what if they bring
The tears to your eyes?

Well, love often shows a funny return
The brighter it glows, the longer you burn
And Lord only knows love has little concern
For the fools of the road.

But that's how it goes,
You live and you learn,
The rules of the road.

[repeat from "You follow that kiss"]

The rules of that road.
The long long lonely road
– Moon River
m Henry Mancini, w Johnny Mercer,
from Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1961

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end --
Waiting 'round the bend,
My huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.


– Don't Get Around Much Anymore –
m Duke Ellington, w Bob Russell, 1940

Missed the Saturday dance,
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you,
Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club,
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you,
Don't get around much anymore

Darling I guess, my mind is more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories

Been invited on dates,
I might have gone, but what for?
It's awfully different without you,
Don't get around much anymore

{repeat from "Darling I guess," to "without you," then}
Don't get around much anymore
Oh, baby, don't get around much anymore