Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to playAnd I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming onI'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?Hank Williams hasn't answered yetBut I hear him coughing all night longOh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choiceI was born with the gift of a golden voiceAnd twenty-seven angels from the Great BeyondThey tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo dollI'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at allI'm standing by the window where the light is strongAh, 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 sureThe rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poorAnd there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrongYou see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other sideI don't know how the river got so wideI loved you baby, way back whenAnd all the bridges are burning that we might have crossedBut I feel so close to everything that we lostWe'll never, we'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be backThey're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the trackBut you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm goneI'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is grayI ache in the places where I used to playAnd I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming onI'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
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