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