Of all the people I've known This one, you, you really hit home Half a dozen of one thing And a decade of another
You tried to change the time When you stole it from your mother I'd put my hat on my head if I had one Lord knows what he's got in store Everything is shaped by a cross And you'd do as easy as the next one
Better open my eyes now Everything at the door Best keep my eyes closed I want to see the lights of Elenore
Of all the people left unknown You taught me how to be alone Elenore Moth-god, daughter of the hot-rod Light like liquid moss covers up The gray hard rock