Eloise
Standing in the rain outside,
Wondering if the sky’s really made out of air;
There she is,
Always looking right at me – but is she? –
You can’t really tell
And I don’t really care.
Eloise,
Something of a child,
Something of a bride,
And sometimes just not there;
Help me please
Discover ‘bout your secret life
And a purpose behind the clothes that you wear.
I just need