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Tower of Song (Leonard Cohen)

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 comin' on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song

Well, 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 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 twentyseven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song

Now you can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you maybe sure
The rich have got their channels to 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

Now you can stick you little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standin' by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the tower of song

I see you standin' 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
I feel so close to everything that we've 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
Their movin' us tomorrow to the tower down the track
And you'll be hearin' from me, baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speakin' to you sweetly from the tower of song