Eliot [w/ Blue Spruce] - Sarah Slean, Blue Spruce

Awnings and ice and dirty green

Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze

I think of Eliot when I smell the street

And it’s sometimes wise

Just to shut your eyes

Workers and lovers make their living space neat

Bent out of shape over what to eat

I dream of Eliot but I am discreet

'Cause it’s sometimes wise

Just to shut your eyes

How sure, how right

Can anyone be on sight?

I said I had hope

I lied

Oh, the city in the winter, the sewage the steam

You fill buildings with people and they rip at the seams

And somebody’s suffering infected my dreams and

Don’t they, don’t they know?

It’s just my old soul

How sure, how right

Can anyone be on sight?

I said I had hope

I lied

So calm so wise

Give him the Nobel Prize

He said he had hope

He lied

O. oooo.

wuho ho ho