Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon)Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weepingHere behind my handIt's lonesome in my heart's l
and, as the sands of the desertOh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changesYou, who always sang and played w
hile 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 armor
With the sun behind my hairMy music filled the air with symbols and lightningOh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like t
he 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 alway
s 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 witho
ut 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'prayi
ng I'll be singing home soon