(Chorus)
Hey Eleanor, it’s me—Eleanor,
I caught you sketching dresses on your bedroom floor.
You say sports are dumb, and your brother’s a pest,
No best friend yet, but you’re trying your best.
You want runways, sparkles, big-city lights
Just hang on tight, kid, you’re gonna do alright.
(Chorus)
Hey Eleanor, it’s me—Eleanor,
From a few years down the road, not too far.
Wait ’til you see who you turn out to be—
You’ll laugh, you’ll grow, you’ll actually love volleyball, who knew?
And your little brother? Yeah… you’ll love him too.
Hey Eleanor… it’s me, Eleanor.
(Chorus)
Hey Eleanor, it’s me—Eleanor,
I know you think you’re small, but you’ll go far.
You’ll build a life you’d never dare dream through
You’ll find your place, you’ll grow, you’ll even like being tall, who knew?
And your little brother? Yeah… you’ll love him too.
Hey Eleanor… it’s me, Eleanor.
(Bridge)
I can hear you worrying about fitting in—
But future you just laughs at it, again and again.
You’re awkward now, but trust me, kid
You get cooler than you think you did.
(Final Chorus)
Hey Eleanor, it’s me—Eleanor,
Just checking in to tell you who you are.
So keep on drawing, dreaming like you do—
Your world gets bright, gets bold, gets totally brand new.
And if you wonder who’s cheering for you…
“It’s me—Eleanor.”