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