From the recording Blind Spot
Mike Green: vocal, acoustic guitar
Rod Capps: bass
Bill Edwards: programmed B-3 organ
Lyrics
Elena’s still sleeping, second floor bedroom down the hall
Dressing table littered with perfumes and makeup and all
There’s a growl that she sometimes feels in her throat that she never will let out
She’s worn by the weight of her weariness and doubt
A tired strip of light sneaks between the window and the curtain
Elena won't open her eyes 'til the day feels more certain
The alarm goes off for the second time and the sunlight reaches her eyes
But she wanders in darkness even under clear blue skies
There’s nothing left to dream about ‘cause she has everything, everything?
She doesn’t wake up each day with a burning desire for anything
It’s always been easy, always had money in the bank
She wants to be grateful, there’s just too many people to thank
Elena’s head is too full of thoughts and her soul’s an absentee
She might love herself if she liked her own company
There’s nothing left to dream about ‘cause she has everything, everything
She doesn’t wake up each day with a burning desire for anything
If she has so much, why is she hungry all the time?
With so much love, why’s Elena lonely all the time?
Everyone tells her that she deserves just to have a little fun
So she’d better go out before somebody turns off the sun
She’d better go out before somebody turns off the sun