eleanor of new york is leaning on her elbow
watching window washers go by
taxi cabs breathe out fur coats and white clouds
the piano man plays a lullaby
la la la la
morning plays upon the fire escape
falls into an alleyway so narrow that the sun
filtering through wire and beams
finds eleanor leaning
she’s sitting on the curb
waiting for her time to come
anything could happen now
eleanor is going to find out
subway train could take her to
someone who will love her
who will love
eleanor says its all random anyway
colors break up and pixilate when she stares up at the sun
but she’s like anyone and there are days when all she wants
is to already be everything she will become
anything could happen now
eleanor is going to find out
subway train could take her to
someone who will love her
who will love her
eleanor of new york is leaning on her elbow
watching nighttime overtake the sky
taxi cabs breathe out fur coats and white clouds
the piano man plays a lullaby
la la la la