Song For Myla Goldberg

Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow

Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down

it comes around it comes around

it comes around it comes around

Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise

Seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies

it comes around it comes around

it comes around it comes around

Still now you're waiting to grow

Inside you're old

Sew wings to your pigeon toes

Put paper to pen

to spell out "Eliza"

We begin with sticky shins make sticky then our shoes

Shoes beget to clothes and hat 'til sticky's sticking too



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Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad

About a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubberbands

But now

I know New York I need New York

I know I need unique New York

Still now you're waiting to grow

Inside you're old

Sew wings to your pigeon toes

Put paper to pen

to spell out "Eliza"

Eliza

Eliza

it comes around it comes around it comes around