That Western Skyline

Oh, Lou, I'd like to let you know That I do not feel welcome Oh, the birds, the trees, the falling snow No, they were not made for me And though this where her heart resides We met in California She saw our city's promise reaching through my eyes And she turned herself away Well, how I cursed that western skyline And yet, I thanked it for my start Oh, Lou, no, my dreams did not come true No, they only came apart So, I followed her here to Birmingham Where the soil is so much richer And though my aching pride might guide my hand She did not ask for me to come So, I wait for her all through the day As if I wait for her surrender And every time I get her to look my way She says I'm not where I belong But I watch her father preach on Sundays I know the hymnals all by heart But oh Lou, no, my dreams did not come true No, they only came apart Ho-o-o-o-home Ho-o-o-o-home Ho-o-o-o-home Ho-o-o-o-home Oh, the snowfall this time of year It's not what Birmingham is used to I get the feeling that I brought it here And now I'm taking it away But let's share one more drink together Before I go reload my cart And oh, Lou, no, my dreams did not come true No, they only came apart Ho-o-o-o-home Take me home Ho-o-o-o-home Ho-o-o-o-home Ho-o-o-o-home