An Ellegy for Eliza

I see Eliza, he says, up on that hill most every day
When she's spinning like a top, she's just this tiny dancing dot to my eyes
With the view here from where I stay

And he swears he can see her smile from his bedroom window
But what would he say to Eliza if he could?

He doesn't know, so probably nothing
He'd say it all wrong anyway

Eliza still keeps this picture of him all tucked away
In the book of poems that she keeps beside her bed
But that was another place and time, or even someone else's life
But still she longs for that one she had to leave behind

She'd swear that she'd recognize the eyes behind that window
Yeah, there's something about them that remind her of this place called home

Do you remember me, Eliza?
Do you still feel the way you did on James Street?
All those nights feel so far away
Hey, Eliza, how's life these days?

We were made to run forever
Yeah, we were made for bedrooms
You and me were made for wedding rings
The little notes I'd leave to you
But we weren't made for curtains, baby
Not for kitchens
Not for sunny afternoons
No, we were made for leaving
We were made to say goodbye
We were made for leaving and for falling from the sky
We were made for highways
We were made for getting high
We were made for yesterday, maybe tomorrow, babe
Yeah, we were made for yesterday, not today
Yeah, we were made for leaving
We were never meant to stay
No, we were made for yesterday, not today
We were made for moonlight
And we were made to sing the blues
Oh, we were made for bedrooms, not these sunny afternoons
We were made just to say goodbye
Yeah, we were made for leaving, baby
We were made just to leave