on the outside i'm in the high rise, headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting, see me in a white suit with a mirror tie, and you you-you-you, elevate me, you throw off the shame, and you dance on stilts with me, and on the inside, i'm on my knees, crawling an aching mile, living on the bowery, too sick to stand, to try to understand, but you you-you-you, elevate me, you lift me high, just high enough to see, you you-you-you, elevate me, you throw off the shame, and you dance on stilts with me, you throw off the shame, and you dance on stilts with me, and no one suspects a thing, they're all hiding just the same, they ache for an outbound train, and the wheels stopped turning in their brains, and you you-you-you, elevate me, you lift me high, just high enough to see, you you-you-you, elevate me, you throw off the shame, and you, you throw off the shame, and you dance on stilts with me, you elevate me, you elevate me, c'mon baby, dance on stilts, dance on stilts with me, you elevate me, you elevate me
