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 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. 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
that we lost - we'll never have to lose it again.

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 a
window in the Tower of Song.