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?