My friends have 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 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 me yet

But I hear him coughing, all night long

'Bout 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 27 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, it don′t look like me at all

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

And they don′t let a woman kill you, not in the tower of song

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

There′s a mighty judgment comin', but I may be wrong

You see, you hear them funny voices in the tower of song

I see you standing on the other side

I don′t know how this river got so wide

I loved you, baby, way back when

All the bridges burned that we might have crossed

But I feel so close to everything that we lost

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

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

Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray

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