For Eleanor

For Eleanor, oh Eleanor

I love the idea of you

Oh Eleanor

That isn't your name

But it may as well be

If they knew what I was they'd crucify me

Oh Eleanor

Oh Eleanor

Dust off the old and weary grey

I'll pick up somewhere far away

For Eleanor

So pull up the sails

And head out to sea

I don't have much I want to keep

But Eleanor

Oh Eleanor

I'm taking apart all that we've built

Stood here alone at the top of our hill

This isn't a cry or a sign that I'm ill

I'll be alright and I'll feel better still

For Eleanor

Oh Eleanor