Edendale

From the back streets

To your third floor apartment

I can see you running down

But you...

You will never see what I've become

You could never really care if you couldn't be yourself

If I could see you anyhow

I would

Edendale

Down in Eastlake

Past the screen doors and one-ways

The forrest green of the Gilded Age

But they...

They can never see what you've become

They could never see the worth that I've always seen in you

If you had only known it too

What might have come

Of all the assurances I could give

When you only needed one?

Now i could see you running circles in your life

If I couldn't carry you how could I offer a hand or two?