(Warren Zevon)
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Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping
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Here behind my hand
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It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert
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Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes
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You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang
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In the heart of the hillside
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It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
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You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
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Like the sound of a running down calliope
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Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor
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With the sun behind my hair
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My music filled the air with symbols and lightning
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Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
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My hair is growing dark
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And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing
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It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
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And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
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Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
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Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving
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'Cross the deep salt sea
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Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you
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It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
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And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
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Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
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Tule's Blues
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| Warren Zevon |
