I am a silly blubbering stone, and then I am not.
I change, change, change like the weather, my experiments go awry, yet I laugh and wear my scorch marks proudly each time I am reborn from my sackcloth and ashes.
I teeter and totter and toddle and fall and get back up and up. Up up and away. Sometimes too far from the Mother Ship and I must go back, back,back and connect. Still you might like a ride in my elevator. It only goes up and up.
Up in My Elevator KD Rouse 1/25/2012
The doctors say delusional
I tell them that they have it wrong
Step into my elevator
You’ll sing a different song
The doctors say delusional
They don’t see the things I do
Step into my elevator
Step into my shoes
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
Go Go Go
A little higher doctor
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
The preacher says confessional
I tell him everything I’ve done
He tries to stay professional
You know he wants to run
La La La La La La La La La
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
Go Go Go
A little higher preacher
Go Go Go
Up in my elevator
La La La La La La La La La
Go Go Go Up in my elevator