Floor 67

Dark October drifting past us

Sheets of rain that hum and drum

On this panoramic window

While the grammophone plays "Stormy Weather" again

And the winds that howl and holler

Like a lost and lonely beast

While this empty high-rise shivers

But for floor 67 where you and I sleep

The empty cabana

The wolves by the pool-side

The hawks in the grand foyer

And raggedy children

Who play after sundown

In cars that are all stripped bare

We are stocked and under lock

an ice machine, a movie screen

And drinks to last us 'til the end

Sobriety is not a friend

This was once a proud endeavour

Builders reaching for the sky

Now there's nothing here that lingers

But the cold, hollow cries of a market that died

But we stayed on through the winter

As the empire crashed and burned

And we heard the world grow quiet

And the voice on the radio said its goodbye

A wonderful vista

An endless siesta

So high up above it all

On floor 67

We danced in our heaven

While you watched the curtain fall