I'm sitting on top of 54th Street
Taking in the Seagrams
Up where every window stares right back at you
Mies van der Rohe I hope you go to hell
Although I must admit it's quite a view
I'll take a double dry martini
Drink to my lost youth
Gotta lie my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
Might be a sin but there ain't no doubt in my mind
I've got this sinking feeling
It's what I call my point of view
I live at the Waldorf Astoria in my expense account pajamas
Room service has my future all arranged
Bring me a bottle of the house euphoria and charge it to my name
They collect the bills but I never see any change
Don't wait up for me tonight
I'm gonna take that midnight flight
I think I may, I think I might
Just don't wait up for me
Don't wait up for for me
The taxi cabs cruise up and down the Avenue
Like a yellow revolving door
And the helicopters never even touch the ground
I'm sitting on top of 54th Street
Taking in the view
I guess I always knew it's a long way down
But you get madder and madder as you climb up the ladder
And the air starts getting thin
Nobody ever admits what everybody knows
You' can't get to the top because the elevator stops
When it reaches the 65th floor
And that gold watch says it's time for you to go
Get a double dry martini and take it up to the roof
Gotta fly my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
I know it's a sin but there ain't no doubt in my mind
I've got this sinking feeling
It's what I call my point of view