Here in this big city many people come and go
But my love, we two, are a permanent thing
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
From all of society we'll stay aloof
And live in propriety there on the roof
Two heavenly hermits, we will be in truth
We'll see life's mad pattern
Then we can thank our lucky stars
That we're living as we are
In our little penthouse, we'll always contrive
To keep love and romance forever alive
In view of the Hudson, just over the drive
Paintings left unfinished
Twinkling lights in Central Park
Lovers waiting for the dark
In our little penthouse on top of the town
Each evening we'll stargaze, we'll never look down
The heavens our rooftop, a shimmering crown
We'll live in harmony, enjoying each moment