Well my friends are gone, my hair is grey

And I ache in all 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 every day 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 one hundred floors above me in the, in the tower of song



Come on



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

And 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



Come on



Now you can say that I've grown bitter, hut of this you maybe sure

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

And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I maybe wrong

You see I hear these funny voices in the tower of song



Now I bid you farewell I 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 my window in the tower of song



Come on