Have you met the elevator man
In the tower on 5th avenue
Going up and down he calls that box his house
The world calls him a fool
In the stagnant night the building sleeps
And he stays inside and dreams
Haunted by everywhere he's been
Every day I go into work I know
I will see him there
I press the arrow up and as I wait
The elevator man appears
I sense his broken gaze pass straight through me
So I ask him what's your name
He turns to me and says
"What floor would you like?"
"What floor would you like?"
His reply reverberates in me
"What floor would you like?'
"What floor would you like?"
Have you met the elevator man
In the tower on 5th avenue
Going up and down he calls that box his house
The world calls him a fool
In the stagnant night the building sleeps
And he stays inside and dreams
Haunted by everything it seems
And he stays inside and dreams
Haunted by everyone like me
"What floor would you like?"
"What floor would you like?"
"What floor would you like?"
