Elevator Operator - Dispatch

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

I told the elevator operator

See you later, there’s a chance I’m not making it down now

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

That Slight of hand in the dreamland

The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive

You said you were travellin and you put me in your pocket

You said I tasted like summer, you could feel our pine forest bed

You 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 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 d-d-d-down

And All you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter, there’s a

chance that they’re taking you out (aah)

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, ah 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

That Slight of hand in the dreamland

The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive