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 every day

In the tower of song

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?

Hank Williams hasn't answered me 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 stage right here

In the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll

I'm very sorry, baby, but that doesn't look like me at all

And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong

They don't let women kill you

Not here, in the tower of song

Now, you can say that I've grown bitter

But of this you can be sure

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

And there's a mighty judgement 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

And I loved you baby, way back when

And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed

But I feel so close to everything we lost

And we'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

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

And 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