TowerOfSong

Tower Of Song - Martha Wainwright

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

And 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

All 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

Ah 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 can 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 never have to

Lose it again

Now I bid you farewell

I don't know

When I'll be back

There moving us tomorrow