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 discrete
'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

The city in winter
The sewage, the steam
You fill buildings with people
And they rip at the seams
And somebody's suffering infected my dreams and
Don't they know
It's just my old soul?

How sure, how right
Can anyone be
On sight?
I said I had hope --
I lied