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