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Elanore Jones | Alabama

from A Song For Every State by Travis Ehrenstrom

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Out in the icy American air,
here in the year of our lord,
Down in the shadow of Elmore county,
Lived young Elanore Jones.
A child of the fire on West Pepper Windmill,
A Daughter to the days only night.
In the midst of this crimson mourning,
Elanore started to pray.

“Lord take me out of this desolate prison,
Take off these shackles of mine.
I’m leaving tomorrow, I’m going out wandering,
From Elmore County for good.”
She hopped on a train in the dawns early call down,
and rode on the rails through the day.
Just before sundown, she made it past Hunstville,
Elanore started to smile.

“Looking back on it I should’ve known better,
Lust is a man’s only friend.
He won with an eye and an innocent story,
We said our goodbyes the next day.”
She left with a gift though she did not yet know it,
A map to a star in the sky,
But out all alone on the edge of her island,
Elanore started to cry.

She never went far, and she never left Huntsville,
Life finds it’s home either way.
Down at the old town space man station,
She took to working all day
She kept all their cages clean, she watered and fed,
Taught them the vastness of space
But always at night she’d stare up there wondering,
Elanore, dreaming to fly.

The thing about the sky is it’s always in motion
Starlight is different each night
Up there are lives constantly changing
Balls of dust as bright as our lives
When I was younger I saw just a glimmer
One of them used to be mine
Children raise children
Raise hell later on
Elanore keeps it in mind

Living alone it never was easy,
But loneliness cures by a curse -
You make up your mind, and you make yourself stubborn,
She threw her life into her work.
The years rolled on by and she buried Miss Baker,
Work took a toll on her bones.
As she grew longer, the longing grew deeper,
Elanore she’s growing old.

From a hospital bed they make it so easy,
She’s living life in the end.
Under her eyes every image repeating,
A life that was hers to rewind.
Deep in a memory, she caught herself thinking,
Maybe I’ve been here before?
“Lay me down in these greener pastures.”
Eleanore’s fixing to die.

Out in the icy American air,
here in the year of our lord,
There in the shadow of Elmore county,
Lived young Elanore Jones.

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from A Song For Every State, released June 25, 2019

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