tower of song

Tom Jones

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 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

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 stage right here
In the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, but that doesn't look like me at all
And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let women kill you
Not here, in the tower of song

Now, you can say that I've grown bitter
But of this you can 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 see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
And 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 we lost
And 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
And you'll be hearing from me baby,
Long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the tower of song