Armies 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
Oo the city in the winter the sewage the steam
You fill buildings with people and they rip at the seams
Somebody`s suffering infected my dreams and
Don`t they know? it`s it`s it`s it`s just my old soul
How sure how right?
Can anyone be on sight?
I said I had Hope
I lied. I lied.
So calm so wise
Give him the Nobel Prize
He said he had Hope
He lied
o. oooo. wuho ho ho