When You Carry The Torch

Lyric: Harry Warren (using pseudonym Harry Herschel)
Music: Harry Warren (using pseudonym Harry Herschel)
Year: 1928
Original publisher: Robbins Music Corporation

Verse 1:

When the gang has turned you down,
And you wander 'round the town,
Longing for someone in sympathy.
As you go from place to place,
Looking for some friendly face,
You can hear the old town clock strike three;
Then you wish you had your old gal back again.
You're lonesome, oh, so lonesome,
And your poor hear cries in vain:

Chorus:

Oh, gee, but it's tough,
When the gang's gone home;
Out on the corner,
You stand alone;
You feel so blue
With nothing to do;
You're cravin' someone's company.
The gang leaves you there
With an old time stall,
While you go home and gaze
At the four bare walls.
Ev'ry tear seems to scorch,
When you carry the torch
And the gang's gone home.

Verse 2:

When you haven't got a friend,
And your worries never end,
When the future doesn't look so bright.
As you sit there in the gloom
Of an empty silent room,
As the hallway clock ticks through the night,
Then you long to hear a knock upon your door.
You're weary, oh, so dreary,
And your poor heart cries once more:

[Chorus]