Down in the Depths Songtext
von Morgana King

Manhattan, I′m up a tree
The one I most adore is bored with me
Manhattan, I'm awfully nice
Nice people dine with me and maybe twice
Yet the only man in the world I′m really mad about
Talks of somebody else and then walks out


With a million neon rainbows burning below me
And a million noisy taxis raising a roar
Here I sit above the town in my Givenchy gown
Down in the dumps on the ninetieth floor
While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parkers
And the elite at twenty-one, they clamor for more
I'm so deserted, I'm so depressed
In my regal eagle′s nest
Down in the dumps on the ninetieth floor

When the only one you wanted wants another
What′s the use of swank and cash in the bank galore?
Why, even my janitor's wife
Has a very substantial love life
But here am I
Facing tomorrow, alone in my sorrow
Down in the dumps on the ninetieth floor