Tower of Song

Well, my friends are gone, and my hair is grey,

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I’m crazy for love, but I’m not coming on

I’m just paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song

I said to Hank Williams: “How lonely does it get?”,

Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet

But I hear him coughing all night long

A hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice,

I was born with the gift of a golden voice

And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond

They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll,

I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all

I’m standing by the window where the light is strong

They don’t let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter, but of this you may be sure:

the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,

and there’s a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong

You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side,

I don’t know how the river got so wide

I loved you, baby, way back when

And all the bridges are burning that we might’ve crossed,

but I feel so close to everything that we lost

We’ll never, we’ll never have to lose it again

I bid you farewell, don’t know when I’ll be back,

they’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But you’ll be hearing from me, baby, long after I’m gone

I’ll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song

Yeah, my friends are gone, and my hair is grey,

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I’m crazy for love, but I’m not coming on

I’m just paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song