Riding Elevators - Mads Langer

Waiting to put my feet on the ground

I’m tired of going up and down

But sometimes it feels safer, waiting

It’s beautiful at the top

But I never really get a chance to stop

It feels like I am falling again

Doors are opening, doors are closing

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

Never here or there

On the ground or in the air

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

Everyone seems to have somewhere to go

I dream of going with them but I don’t

I’m looking down always on every floor

But I never really find what I’m looking for

But I keep looking for you

Doors are opening, doors are closing

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

Never here or there

On the ground or in the air

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

If I get off and I could get lost

Or better, if you were there

I wouldn’t have to keep riding elevators

Doors are opening, doors are closing

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

Never here or there

On the ground or in the air

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators

Never here or there

On the ground or in the air

People come and go

But I’m still riding elevators