Lay Down Your Weary Tune Again
In spite of you, you like yourself
And that's alright with me
It gets so lonesome fillin' space
And someone must believe
Erase them golden memories
And blow the candle out
Let's get on off away somewhere
And see what we're about
Lay down your weary tune again
And rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
And the grapevine says you're free
Your drugstore daddy's flesh and blood
Like Marilyn Monroe
And out there on the runway now
The king's all set to go
They'll cover up the window soon
'Cause he'll be rollin' in
He's Elvis Presley, honey child
And I can't cop his grin
Lay down your weary tune again
And rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
And the grapevine says you're free
The missionary paid my way
And put me off to sleep
I woke up early yesterday
And found a place to eat
I got it down and felt relieved
And Jane went off to work
It's wooden soldier's Christmas time
And Jane she is a clerk
Lay down your weary tune again
And rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
And the grapevine says you're free
[Instrumental Bridge]
In spite of you, you like yourself
And I admire you much
I'm out to get us back in sync
'Cause we've been so out of touch
Just meet me next to Noah's Ark
And let's get out of town
There's got to be someplace, somewhere
These rain clouds haven't found
Lay down your weary tune again
And baby, rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
And the grapevine says you're free
Lay down your weary tune again
And baby, rest your head on me
Phone call, you're sorry
The grapevine, you're free
