Eleanor from Coney Island by Fred Gillen Jr

Eleanor

I got a $10 cup of coffee
'cause I forgot to feed the meter
you'd think it'd make me slow down
long enough to breathe
but the voices in my head
aren't simple, brave, and free
I know they want me dead,
or at least stressed out to some degree

whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear
make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer
sing me your song, tell me your story
bring me back

I never knew this street was called Eleanor,
until I read it on the ticket I got
the first girl I was ever crazy about
her name was Eleanor
I remember her face like yesterday
I remember her hands and her smell
25 years just fell away
and there she was my Eleanor
here she is my Eleanor

whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear
make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer
sing me your song, tell me your story
bring me back

I got a $10 parking ticket
and now I'm singing in the street
a song I heard with Eleanor
in eighth grade at the roller rink
I hadn't noticed the warmth of the sunshine
or the lilac scent on the breeze
Eleanor came and her gentle hands
touched my eyes and now I can see

whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear
make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer
sing me your song, tell me your story
bring me back

• Rock
• americana
• folk
• social commentary
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