So,

I’m in the elevator

Going higher and higher.

I’m taking the lift to the sixtieth floor

Though I can’t really see myself opening the door.

 

Still,

I often think about reaching that floor

I won’t be the first;

People have been there before.

I guess it’s all normal for a man of my age

It’s like reading a book and turning the page.

 

So,

I’m taking the lift to the sixtieth floor

I’m making steady pace

One floor at a time.

Be kind of nice to stop off, on the way

They say the thirty second floor is sort of, risqué.

 

Still,

Life isn’t over,

There’s bound to be more.

I’m sure there’s life on the sixtieth floor.