

M A L I N W A G N O N M U S I C
THE ELEVATOR GAME
I dreamed that Ronnie Dio was alive and looking well
Drinking in the lobby of the Hyatt House Hotel
He approached the desk and registered under a pseudonym
And greeted me as if I was an old dear friend to him
His arms were wide in welcome, he called me by my name
And to the elevators he took me for a game
Up to four and down to two, then six then two then ten
He warned me not to see or speak should someone else come in
Down to five and still alive, alive and on my own
I touched one, the game was done, I guess I should have known
Alive and all alone
The night don’t stop for passengers, the sun will never rise
A bright red cross inverted hovers just above my eyes
Floating like a feather from a fallen angel’s wing
I close my eyes and listen to the lonely angels sing
Falling angels, knocking down their days like dominoes
Tasting wine and wasting time and wondering where it goes
When everybody knows
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Outside L.A. is sleeping, I should be sleeping too
I climb the walls and roam the halls looking for something to do
It’s not much of a heaven but it’s not exactly hell
Somewhere an old friend waits for me, alive and looking well
Somewhere in the lobby of the Hyatt House hotel