77
            Scott Leonard
 
 There's a cave on the 77th floor
 where the sunshine laughed before.
 Nothing is right since the girl took the light
 from the cave on the 77th floor.
 
 There's a bed on the 77th floor
 where the melody danced before.
 There ain't no sound, curled up on the ground
 by the bed on the 77th floor.
 
 Crouched in a manic dream
 Numb to the soundless screams
 
 There's a hole on the 77th floor
 where the girl breathes her love no more.
 Now I just vegetate with the festering hate
 In the hole on the 77th floor.
 
 Why did you leave me
 How could you leave me
 No one can know what you know
 Why'd you leave without why
 
 There's a grave on the 77th floor
 and I pray I find something more.
 But I drift near the edge, and I ponder the ledge
 In the grave on the 77th floor.