paroles de chanson Elevator Operator - Dispatch

Airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of your mouth
Catholic cards, corner bars, back roads, we did the South
And I told the elevator operator, "See you later
There's a chance I'm not makin' it down"
The wind in 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 makin' it down"
And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter
There's a chance that they're takin' you out, now

If I wasn't so tragic
I'd tell you everything from start to finish
But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic
Oh, the sleight of hand and the dreamland
The city in Louisiana that felt like heaven
When everyone was still alive

You said you were travelin' and you put me in your pocket
You said I tasted like summer and 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 get a letter with you still callin' me "baby"
There's pine needles in the parchment
And you askin' me if I was still searchin'
For the world that I believed
And I'd write back, not meanin' to send
How I was fixin' 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 makin' it down"
And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter
There's a chance that they're takin' you out

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
Daisy don't come
Daisy, will you come?

If I wasn't so tragic
I'd tell you everything from start to finish
But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic
Oh, the sleight of hand and the dreamland
The city in Louisiana that felt like heaven
When everyone was still alive