Up On The Roof

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.

~~ Gerry Goffin & Carole King ~~