Elliot from Godspeed by Jonah Hirst

Elliot sits on a Saturday morning
Sipping a coffee and resting his head on his
Hands as he looks at the sky out the window
While rearranging all the colors of those who walk by
Elliot, what color am I?

Afternoon comes just like Elliot walks on the sidewalk
So leisurely, Elliot sets the world spinning
In an entirely different direction
He paints a masterpiece with all that he lets himself see
Elliot, can you see me?

Evening comes so gracefully
The moon's bright fingers shine
On the earth below
As Elliot turns all the stars around
I wonder what he's thinking
Will I ever know?

Elliot's a filmmaker, changing the world with his
Eyes as he's stroking his scarf made of piano keys
And he opens his mind to unthinkable things
As he sings you a melody of all that he means
Elliot, come sing to me

Evening comes so gracefully
The moon's bright fingers shine
On the earth below
As Elliot turns all the stars around
I wonder what he's thinking
Will I ever know?

Tell me what you're thinking, Elliot
Come sing to me, Elliot
Tell me what you mean, Elliot

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk pop
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Ithaca