Another town on this lonely road, Travelling from where my strife was sowed, Where I had become the walking dead, Yet I still bop to the elevator music in my head. Three times loved, three times wife, Love has failed within my life, To hell with love, I've no more tears to shed, But I will continue to hum with the elevator music in my head. Again I will walk this trail in hopes that someday I will not fail and into love I will not tread. I will resist it with the elevator music in my head. And when it comes time that from my lips, come no more rhyme and I quietly lay within my earthen bed, Visitors may hear my elevator music in their head.
