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