Eloté Far Away

Mmm, the smell drifts down the avenue
Every day at noon, it calls me too
But I'm stuck here behind this door
And my heart can't take it anymore

The cart outside sells eloté in cups
But that's not the love I'm dreaming of
I want the one with buttered gold
On a stick, the way it's meant to hold
I watch the clock, it's twelve-oh-nine
The traffic hums, I fall in line
But the other stand's ten blocks away
And I'd lose my job if I go today

Every bite I've never had
Feels like the best I ever had
If I leave now, I won't make it back
But I still keep checking that map

Oh, eloté on a stick, you're my summer sun
I can taste you when the day's begun
The cup can't fill what my soul's been missing
Charred and sweet, that's the kind of kissing
Oh, eloté on a stick, you're too far away
But I dream of you every lunch break day

I see a boy walk by with one
The butter glows beneath the sun
I close my eyes, pretend it's mine
But time keeps cutting down my line
The vendor waves, she knows my face
She's kind but wrong, this isn't my place
She spoons the corn into a bowl
But what I want's still whole

Every smell just twists my heart
This paper cup's a false start
The way the stick fits in your hand
That's what I'll never understand

Oh, eloté on a stick, you're my summer sun
I can taste you when the day's begun
The cup can't fill what my soul's been missing
Charred and sweet, that's the kind of kissing
Oh, eloté on a stick, you're too far away
But I dream of you every lunch break day

Maybe one day I'll take the risk
Run through lights for that perfect bliss
And if my boss asks why I'm late
I'll tell her love can't always wait

Oh, eloté on a stick, you're my craving flame
Every kernel whispers your name
The cup can't touch what my heart's insisting
Fire and lime that's the kind of kissing
Oh, eloté on a stick, I'll find a way
Even if I run on my lunch break someday

Mmm, the smell drifts down the avenue
And I whisper, ine day, it's me and you