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

Posted Sunday, March 2nd 2008