| Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey |
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I ache in the places where I used to play |
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And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on |
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I'm just paying my rent everyday |
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I said to Hank Williams: How lonely does it get? |
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Hank Williams hasn't answered yet. |
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But I hear him coughing all night long |
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A hundred floors above me |
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I was born like this, I had no choice. |
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I was born with the gift of a golden voice. |
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And twenty-seven angels from the Great beyond |
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They tied me to this table right here |
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So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll |
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I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all |
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I'm standing by the window where the light is strong |
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They don't let a woman kill you, not |
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Now you can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you may be sure: |
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The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor |
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And there's a mighty judgment coming |
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You see, you hear these funny voices |
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I see you standing on the other side |
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I don't know how the river got so wide |
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I loved you, baby, way back when |
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And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed |
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But I feel so close to everything that we lost |
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We'll never have to lose it again |
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I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back |
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They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track |
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But You'll be hearing from me, baby |
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I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window |
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