The Elevator

Boy, I know who you are Your skin is my skin as your blood is my blood Nothing’s wrong It’s just a celebration I can’t just keep them waiting I’ll miss you when I’m gone Let me go Here comes the elevator

I hoped I’d never say it But I’ll miss you when I’m gone Girl, I feel where you’re coming from Pure imagination, you’re love made of love Fourth of July plays in my mind Gunpowder sky burned in blue red and white Ashes to ashes and dust gone to dust Nothing’s wrong

It’s just a celebration I can’t just keep them waiting Gonna miss you when I’m gone Let me go Here comes the elevator I hoped I’d never say it Gonna miss you when I’m gone