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