Well my friends are gone, my hair is grey   And I ache in all 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 yet   But I hear him coughing all night long   A one hundred floors above me in the, in the tower of song      Come on      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   And 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      Come on      Now you can say that I've grown bitter, hut of this you maybe sure   The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor   And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I maybe wrong   You see I hear these funny voices in the tower of song      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      Come on