Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song

I said to Leonard Cohen, “How lonely does it get?”
Leonard Cohen hasn't answered me yet
But I can hear him coughing all night long
A million floors above me in the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
I'm sorry baby, but it don't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song

I've grown bitter, bitter
Of this you may be sure
The rich, the rich have got channels
In the bedrooms of the poor

And there's a mighty judgment
But it won't be long, but I may be wrong
You see, you see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song, oh yeah
The guitar, the bass, the drums
So nice every hour in the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
But I loved you, baby, way back when

All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
But I'll never have to lose you again
Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song

I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'm 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'm speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I've grown bitter
Of this you can be sure
The rich have got the channels
In the bedrooms of the poor

And there's a mighty judgment coming
But it won't take long, I may be wrong
Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song

You got big long legs
And I let you in the Tower of Song
Big legs baby
And I let you in the Tower of Song