Warren Zevon - Tule's Blues Lyrics
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weepingHere behind my handIt's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desertOh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changesYou, who always sang and played while the green vespers rangIn the heart of the hillsideIt's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each otherYou and me, sweet and slightly out of keyLike the sound of a running down calliopeOh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armorWith the sun behind my hairMy music filled the air with symbols and lightningOh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?My hair is growing darkAnd there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wingIt's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each otherAnd a child's voice, so tender and out of tuneKeeps a'praying I'll be singing home soonOh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving'Cross the deep salt seaWhatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without youIt's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each otherAnd a child's voice, so tender and out of tuneKeeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon