The world looked small from up here,
On ledge of the roof,
Of the Roosevelt Hotel.
Strong wind whipped past me and whistled in my ears.
It blew up my petticoat and sunflower yellow dress.
It chilled my legs,
And froze my blood.
Looking over this ledge,
To the concrete far below,
Made me want to jump,
Perhaps i would fly,
Not fall,
Perhaps i could keep flying,
But if i did fall i would sleep,
Finally.
The girls on the floor below,
Giggling, laughing,
Champagne glasses clinking,
Music playing.
No one could be having more fun than i,
Up here,
On the roof of the Roosevelt Hotel.
