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 all this is where her heart resides; we met in California She saw cities, 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 rue, though 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. And all the hymnals of my heart. But oh, rue, my dreams did not come true; no they only came apart.
All the snow fall 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 Oh, Lou, no my dreams did not come true- no they only came apart.