Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator
  Some say openly, "I don't know"
  Some build elevators
  To take the chosen few who can afford the scenic view
  To the top of some big tower looking out on fields of blue
  Walking clouds on caves of emptiness that fall around their minds
  To flirt openly with vapor and the trail it leaves behind
  Fences fly and sidewalks cry concerning our creator
  Turning loose the butterfly that ate the alligator
  Picking up its open-ended holographic roots
  It moved out to the tower to look down on me and you
  Walking caves of empty water in the boring morning rain
  Making love to open windows and the vapor trails refrain