i was four, maybe five
the first time i arrived
at the three-bedroom flat
on Eleanor drive

if i had a word for shitty
if i knew the meaning of pity
would it have changed all of that;
would i still be in this city?

i ruled the Eleanor paths
my banana-seat schwinn kicked your ass
even if it was
a rusty hand-me-down

i was the jack to your jill
racing through the �80�s, down that hill
latch-key royalty of Eleanor
we were crowned forever more

i broke glass
just to hear it smash
just to see it shatter
a million refractions in the grass

we were broke, not broken
your words softly spoken
all that chitter-chatter
is now in the past

i ruled the Eleanor paths
my banana-seat schwinn kicked your ass
even if it was
a rusty hand-me-down

i was the jack to your jill
racing through the �80�s, down that hill
latch-key royalty of Eleanor
we were crowned forever more