Down In The Depths

Manhattan, I’m up a tree
The one I’ve most adored
Is bored with me
Manhattan, I’m awfully nice
Nice people dine with me
And sometimes twice
Yet the only one in the world
That I’m mad about
Talks of somebody else
And walks out

With a million neon rainbows burning below me
And a million noisy taxis raising a roar
Here I stand, above the town
Drinking champagne with a frown
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

And the crowds in all the night clubs punish the parquet
And the couples at the bar, they clamor for more
I’m deserted and depressed
In my regal eagle nest
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

When the only one you want wants another
What’s the use of swank and cash in the bank galore
Why, my janitor and his wife
They have a perfectly good sex life
And here am I facing tomorrow
Alone with my sorrow
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor