Elevator Man
Talking to the elevator man
Ask him any questions that you have
Well he won’t tell you lies
He don’t pretend to be wise
But he’ll give you all the answers if he can
He goes up, but he comes down, down here
Where I wait, I wait for your whisper
As you call my name, call my name, just call my name
Or move me to madness, where I stand
Talking to the elevator man
Talking to the elevator man
Some solutions idolise the truth
While others have the shadows at their roots
But what he doesn’t understand
It’s not his to command
‘Cos he’s yours and he’s really in your hands
He goes up, but he comes down, down here
Where I lie, asleep in an echo
As you call my name, call my name, just call my name
Or doom me to die here, where I stand
Talking to the elevator man
Talking to the elevator man
So if you insist on playing games
Remember it’s not in his nature or his ways
To let everything go by
Without ever asking why
Is the truth so often hidden in a lie
He goes up, but he comes down, down here
Where I walk, I walk in your laughter
As you call my name, call my name, just call my name
And come break the mirror, where I stand
Talking to the elevator man
Talking to the elevator man
©W. Burn 2005
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