| Life can be lived | ||||
| On an | ||||
| Elevator | ||||
| Easy and | ||||
| Fast | ||||
| Pushing buttons | ||||
| Going from | ||||
| Floor to floor | ||||
| In an instantaneous | ||||
| Instant | ||||
| But me | ||||
| I prefer taking the | ||||
| Stairs | ||||
| When I | ||||
| Can | ||||
| For if a spot seems good | ||||
| I'd like to | ||||
| Stop | ||||
| Not rush | ||||
| Past | ||||
| But then I suppose | ||||
| On an | ||||
| Elevator | ||||
| That the grove would be | ||||
| But a blur before | ||||
| Clouded | ||||
| Eyes | ||||
| Days may be harder on the stairs | ||||
| But at least I | ||||
| Set my own | ||||
| Pace | ||||
| Live on | ||||
| My own | ||||
| Time | ||||
| Now and then I | ||||
| Forget my | ||||
| Stairs | ||||
| Join the assembly | ||||
| Line | ||||
| For on the stairs | ||||
| There's still need for | ||||
| Shoes | ||||
| Bread | ||||
| Trinkets for my | ||||
| Mind | ||||
| But life is a | ||||
| Long | ||||
| Trip | ||||
| And my stairs | ||||
| Will be there | ||||
| Waiting | ||||
| Even if I | ||||
| Never make it | ||||
| Back | ||||