She left on time
She’s orbiting space
Her lungs got tied
In a shoelace

Then, she lost her consciousness
And swirled in a haze
Sank to the bottomless
With a desperate gaze

It was not mundane
It was calculated
Such a beautiful brain
But it disintegrated
Oh, Eleanor! Eleanor!
Your soul got beaten
Your path uneven
And if no one is keeping score
We’ll sing and guard the door

She lived in a time
She had no place
Oh, Lord, let the pain subside!
In this empty race
At least she tried
At least she tried
With a wavering faith

It was not mundane
It was calculated
Such a beautiful brain
But it disintegrated
Oh, Eleanor! Eleanor!
Your heart got beaten
Your path uneven
But if you want to be more
We’ll sing and guard the door.