Hello Eleanor (J. Spagnardi)

I watch my wife make her ready at the table
Dressing to go out this Saturday night
Hiding seven years of marriage behind her makeup
But there's a coolness in her eyes that doesn't lie
We ride inside my Hudson without speaking
And I pray dear God not this time, not tonight
As we step into the porch light, front door opens wide
I see that smile I have known so many times

Well hello, Eleanor, I believe we've met before
There's a twinkle in your eye every time it meets with mine
Well hello, Eleanor, is it me you're looking for
Yes it's good to see you, but I need to look away

Evening breeze, summer perfume, and clinking glasses
As we talk amongst the ginger and the rye
It's me and her and you and him and the weather
It's all quite civil, it's all quite pretty, but it's a lie
We go and take our places at the table
As we sit amongst the crystal and white lace
Pictures of their children hanging in the hall
And I pray they never know our fall from grace