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