Leonard Cohen

In a cabin in Leiper’s Fork

Sits a young confused Leonard Cohen

Wondering what the hell it’s for

Wondering if he’ll ever make into Heaven

Heard you were out in LA

Getting drunk striking up conversations

Watching the sunset fade over the canyon

Dreaming your reputation

I don’t know if you can tell

This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel

This is you trying to get well

No news in the evening mail

Writing words that ain’t for sale

And when the darkness falls on these hills

You’ll be thinking about some other town

If it’s raining you’ll stay inside

Find another verse in the fire

Warming your hands and getting high

Punching the wall til you get tired

There’s nothing on the other side

You can run but you can’t run

There’s nothing on the other side

You can run but you can’t run

I don’t know if you can tell

This ain’t no Chelsea Hotel

This is you trying to get well

No news in the evening mail

Writing words that ain’t for sale

And when the darkness falls on these hills

You’ll be thinking about some other town