(Verse 1) Dusty shingles, beneath my toes, World hums a song, nobody knows. Wind whispers secrets, a silly, small joke, Sun paints the skyline, a friendly stroke. Radio crackles, then a sweet, old tune, Banishing shadows, arriving soon.

(Chorus) On the roof, on the roof, Sky a canvas, holding gentle proof. On the roof, on the roof, Watching wishes softly aloof. Bricks and mortar, hold me up high, Beneath the moon in an amber sky.

(Verse 2) Rusty weathervane, points towards nowhere, Like a lost compass, but I don’t quite care. Empty bird’s nest, cradled in eaves, Echoes of fledglings, carried on the breeze. City’s pulse thumping, a distant beat, While my own heart skips, lighter on my feet.

(Chorus) On the roof, on the roof, Sky a canvas, holding gentle proof. On the roof, on the roof, Watching wishes softly aloof. Bricks and mortar, hold me up high, Beneath the moon in an amber sky.

(Bridge - New Element: Spoken Word whispered over a sparse, echoing musical phrase ) Just the radio static…and the feeling…like maybe, just maybe…something wonderful could happen…not today, perhaps…but someday. The city lights blur down below…like fireflies… Tiny sparks…waiting to ignite…

(Chorus) On the roof, on the roof, Sky a canvas, holding gentle proof. On the roof, on the roof, Watching wishes softly aloof. Bricks and mortar, hold me up high, Beneath the moon in an amber sky.

(Outro) Stars begin to glimmer, one by one, Day is done, the small battles are done. Silent witness, to the fading light, On the roof, just me, in the coming night.