Climbing, still climbing, for years moving up now. That reminds UB Boy of the well known boardinghouse in The Hague. The last elevator was not meant for customers to take. And why is that so?!
The escalator song
Walking... no we're running up the escalator. Our jackets hanging loose over the shoulders. We don't know where we're going, but we started somewhere. Attracted by the light and we're certain it must be up there. Climbing, still climbing, zigzagging through the crowd. They don't know, where they're going on this stairway to the light. We know we are running, cause we started it once. Enchanted by the light that is calling from behind that iron door. We have discovered the boardinghouse-throne. See all those people, the ever-seeking crowd. We have discovered the boardinghouse-brains. See us two boys, the masters of the escalator-end.