eleanor of new york is leaning on her elbow watching window washers go by taxi cabs breathe out fur coats and white clouds the piano man plays a lullaby la la la la morning plays upon the fire escape falls into an alleyway so narrow that the sun filtering through wire and beams finds eleanor leaning she's sitting on the curb waiting for her time to come anything could happen now eleanor is going to find out subway train could take her to someone who will love her who will love eleanor says its all random anyway colors break up and pixilate when she stares up at the sun but she's like anyone and there are days when all she wants is to already be everything she will become anything could happen now eleanor is going to find out subway train could take her to someone who will love her who will love her eleanor of new york is leaning on her elbow watching nighttime overtake the sky taxi cabs breathe out fur coats and white clouds the piano man plays a lullaby la la la la