G | Em | |
When th | is old world starts g | etting me down |
C | D7 | G | |
And p | eople are just too m | uch for me to f | ace |
Em | |
I climb way up to the t | op of the stairs |
C | D7 | G | |
And | all my cares just d | rift right into sp | ace |
C |
On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be |
Em | D7 | |
And th | ere the world below can’t bother m | e |
G | Em | |
When | I come home feelin’ t | ired and beat |
C | D7 | G | |
I g | o up where the | air is fresh and sw | eet (up on the roof) |
Em | |
I get away from the h | ustling crowd |
C | D7 | G | |
And | all that rat-race n | oise down in the str | eet (up on the roof) |
C |
On the roof, the only place I know |
Em | D7 | |
Where y | ou just have to wish to make it s | o |
G | |
Let’s go up on the r | oof (up on the roof) |
C |
At night the stars put on a show for free |
Em | D7 | |
And, d | arling, you can share it all with m | e |
G | Em | |
R | ight smack dab in the m | iddle of town |
C | D7 | G | |
I’ve f | ound a parad | ise that’s trouble pr | oof (up on the roof) |
G | Em | |
And | if this world starts g | etting you down |
C | D7 | |
There’s r | oom enough for tw | o |
G | |
Up on the r | oof (up on the roof) |