Dean Martin Nancy Sinatra Things

Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin hands And laughin (ha ha ha) Thinkin bout the things we used to do (Thinkin bout things) Like a walk in the park (things) Like a kiss in the dark (things) Like a sailboat ride (ya ya) What about the night we cried Things like a lover s vow Things that we don t do now Thinkin bout the things we used to do Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to) And heartaches are the friends I m talkin t