I’ll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming
When I am tired of dreaming, then I’ll be tired of you.
This I know is true, when winds are tired of blowing,
When grass is tired of growing, then I’ll be tired of you.

Taking it back this weekend as I get ready for a night on the town with one of my best friend’s. Fats Waller is always the pregame. Try it x