I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE elevators. They go up and down. They go up and they come down. I LOVE pressing the button. You press it – and then it turns red! Nothing else that I press ever turns red. You step in. No – then the door opens, then you step in.
Can I tell you where West 42nd Street is? No! But I appreciate that you would talk to me, too, man!
I can never tell when the elevator’s stopped moving. People tell me so I don’t have to tell me. I feel like I’m moving! It’s the beautiful mystery of life!
Oh when I go home I am broken. There’s no elevators! My brain falls down. I’m crying. But – when I wake up again I am happy again. Because somewhere, there’s an elevator.