That Western Skyline Dawes

Oh Lou, I'd like to let you know that I do not feel welcome
All the birds, the trees, the falling snow;
No, they were not made for me
And though this is where her heart resides, we met in California
She saw a city's promise reaching through my eyes
And she turned her self away

Well how I curse 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

Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh