When this old world starts getting me down
and people are just too much for me to face,
I climb way up to the top of the stair
and all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof it's peaceful as can be
and there's a world below can't bother me.
Let me tell you now,
When I come home feeling tired and weak
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet.
I get away from the hustling crowd
and all that rat-race noise down in the street.
On the roof's the only place I know
where you just have to wish to make it so
let's go up on the roof.
At night the stars put on a show for free
and, darling, you can share it all with me.
I keep on telling you
right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's trouble proof.
And if this world starts getting you down
there's room enough for two
up on the roof.
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