I'd like to do a song for you now by Leonard Cohen called 'The
Tower Of Song'
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play
Well, 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 can hear him coughing all night long,
Oh, a hundred floors above me
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 judgment 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
I loved you, baby, way back when
And all these bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again
Well, 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 a window
In the Tower of Song
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window
In the Tower of Song
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window
In the Tower of Song