Finale: Before The Music Ends Frank Sinatra

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expected
Living at a fairly hectic pace
When I count the years that I have happily collected
The future shows its apprehensive face
(But now, Francis, what the hell do you do now, Francis?)
Quite a different song must be sung
When the singer is no longer young
Before the music ends, before it fades away
There are several very necessary things I must do
Friends I must see again, certain places
Where I must be again
Before the music ends
I must go to Hoboken one more time

I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran
Then slow down at the school
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me
Unaware that I knew much more than they did
And stop at the poolroom for a beer
And sadly say to myself, I don't know anybody here
(Francis, don't go home again.)
One thing I'd like to do
Before the music ends
Is to thank some wonderful life-long friends
I've never met but have known so well