Lyrics: Steve Forbert. Lay Down Your Weary Tune Again.

In spite of you, you like yourself
An' that's alright with me
It gets so lonesome fillin' space
An' someone must believe

Erase them golden memories
An' blow the candlesout
Let's get on off away somewhere
An' see what we're about

Lay down your weary tune again
And the rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
An' the grapevine says you're free

Your drugstore daddy's flesh an' blood
Like Marilyn Monroe
An' 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 Chile
An' I can't cop his grin

Lay down your weary tune again
And the rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
An' the grapevine says you're free

The missionary paid my way
An' put me off to sleep
I woke up early yesterday
An' found a place to eat

I got it down an' felt relieved
An' Jane went off to work
It's wooden soldier's Christmas time
An' Jane she is a clerk

Lay down your weary tune again
And the rest your head on me
Your phone call says you're sorry
An' the grapevine says you're free

In spite of you, you like yourself
An' I admire you much
I'm out to give this back in sync
'Cause we've been so out of touch

Just meet me next to Noah's ark
An' 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
An' the grapevine says you're free

Lay down your weary tune again
And baby rest your head on me
Phone call sorry
Grapevine free