Elevator Operator

Lyrics

Airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of your mouth Cafe cars, corner bars, back roads, we did the South And I told the elevator operator "See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down" The wind and the willows, cigarillos, and chairman Mao Yeah, I took a big hit of the counterfeit, but I'm better now And I told the elevator operator "See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down" And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter There's a chance that they're taking you out now And ah, if it wasn't so tragic I'd tell you everything from start to finish But I'm afraid that it would lose its' magic Oh, that sleight of hand in the dreamland The city in Louisiana that felt like Heaven But everyone was still alive You said you were traveling, and you put me in your pocket You said I tasted like summer, you could feel our pine forest bed Your words played on repeat in my head And it took me a while to get you out But then I'd get a letter With you still calling me baby There's pine needles in the parchment And you asking me if I was still searching For the world that I believed And I'd write back, not meaning to send How I was fixing to settle down in some quiet Southern town Now I know you were with him all the while I didn't think corporate lawyers were your style And I told the elevator operator "See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down" And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter There's a chance that they're taking you out now So Daisy, don't come, la la la Daisy, don't come to New Orleans Daisy, don't come, la la la Daisy, don't come to New Orleans Daisy, don't come, la la la Daisy, don't come to New Orleans And Daisy, don't come Oh Daisy, will you come? And ah, if it wasn't so tragic I'd tell you everything from start to finish But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic Oh, that sleight of hand in the dreamland The city in Louisiana that felt like Heaven Then one was still alive