Track 1 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012
The Elevator Man at the Grand Marlowe
“A little brass-gate bounce to open the door on the Grand Marlowe. I wanted you to meet the elevator man before you met anyone else.”
jazz-pop · lounge jazz · vibraphone pop · 2:44
Lyrics
Brass gate rattles, floor by floor He knows every guest by the way they close the door Cap pulled straight and gloves worn thin Nineteen floors of people coming in Bride in the lobby with her shoes in her hand Salesman with a suitcase and a plan He tips his cap and he never says a word Just the hum of the cables and the bell that's heard Going up, going up, ring the little bell He's carried half the city and he'll never tell Every floor a story, every door a song The elevator man keeps the night moving along Midnight comes with a quiet ride A woman in a coat with nowhere to hide He takes her slowly past the floors between Says the best view's from the top, and it's clean Going up, going up, ring the little bell He's carried half the city and he'll never tell Every floor a story, every door a song The elevator man keeps the night moving along Forty years of buttons, forty years of light Hellos at the morning, goodbyes at the night He hums a little tune that the walls all know Rising up slowly, rising up slow Going up, going up, ring the little bell He's carried half the city and he'll never tell Every floor a story, every door a song The elevator man keeps the night moving along Ding, and the doors slide wide Mind the step, and step inside