Oh take me down to Elenor The queen of the north side of town She smokes a pack of reds by day By night she will ask you around There's wild weeds that grow her house Up with the windows and the vines around Come for the rush of her curling feet And stay for her books in her mouth Oh lay me in her bath so neat And find me the scent of the pines You want to fall so easily in And give her the rest of of life There's a calm blue passing You've talked all night Down through the garden and half moon light Came for the rush of her curling feet And stayed for an electric life You wake in rooms of rose and white To tea and the sound of her creek She sees you more than a rambling boy And won't look away when you speak She has you though your stories told A million breaks but she's mend with gold You came for the rush of her curling feet And grew up the side of her home