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