I'm not sure I want to analyze it too much, but there is something about Cohen's cynical world-weariness that makes me feel very young and glad to be alive.
Happy birthday, Leonard — and many more!
Well my friends are gone
and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love
but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing
all night long
Oh, a hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
I was born like this,
I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels
from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song....