I love it here upon the rooftop
Me and you just singin’ our lungs out
I’ll be your Marvin Gaye ‘n you’ll be Tami Terrell

I drank the wine straight from your lips
So much for getting’ sober
Now I’m drunk on the winter wind and we’re fallin’ over…

(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
Before the sun goes down / Before the sun goes down…

Down there the devil, he wanna crush the light
But, here in your arms we’re winnin’ the good fight
Let’s stay just a little longer above the street
Soon I’ll be off to soundcheck then,
we’ll get ‘em movin’ their feet to the beat…

(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
Before the sun goes down / Before the sun goes down…

I wrote you a letter out upon the ledge
Spelled out in flower petals ‘MY LOVE WON’T END’
And when I leave here there won’t be a day
that I ain’t thinkin’ about you, baby
Prayin’, ‘Lord, I’m goin’ down you gotta take me way up…’

She has to have her magazines to help her go to sleep
She said, ‘I used to run around Central Park
But,lately I’ve been feeling weak.
I’ll just grab somethin’ quick to eat for the right price
Oh yeah, for the right price…’

‘And these cigarettes will be my death if it ain’t this goddamn heat
and sometimes I don’t know who I am,
I don’t act right,
But, I will convince myself that it’s alright
yeh, I will convince myself that someone will save me from the night…’

Yeah, she’ll go missing for days but nothing can shake her shame,
‘Too many have died in my name.’
But, man, you oughta see her face
the color of every race
She could’ve been an actress
She say’s, ‘I’d never lie about my past
But, I will convince myself for the right price
yeh, I will convince myself that it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
yeh, I will convince myself that someone’ll help.
Yes, I will convince myself…’

My old man is a rounder, yeh
His third wife’s on him to quit
He said, ‘Your mother spoiled you, kid,
now you’re the long shot that better hit…’

This is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Don’t need your belief to leave 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles…

Been stayin’ over near that ‘ol hotel
St. Theresa pickin’ up the bill
‘n it’s –a – makin’ my sister ill says,
‘You can’t even tie your shoes yourself. You need help…’

Well,This is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Don’t need your belief to leave 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles…

Now there’s a van right down the block
they listen in when T.J. and I talk
thought we were speakin’ in some kinda code:
Dorfler, Birnbaum, Richard Roma, ‘Probably the humour…’

Well, this is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Yeah, another fix and it’s 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles…

Impossible to explain / Impossible to explain

Sweetheart, the river’s red
Jesus Christ, they think they’re your fisherman…

Impossible to explain / Impossible to explain

Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start
Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that
No, it don’t look like that…

I let a red rose girl wither in the sun
Now you know you’re not the chosen one…

Impossible to explain / I was only sixteen

Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start
Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that
No, it don’t look like that…

There are children there / Women and men
And we will pay for our sins
What happened to the blue sky
What happened to the blue sky
There’s a house on fire
There’s a house on fire

Will you carry the water to the house on fire
Will you carry the water to the house on fire…

I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home
cause it’s getting late and the great depression’s getting old…

Much too old, much too old,
and we are so young now
They got nazi’s / Let us pray
cause we got the drive in
Hope kids don’t go sinnin’…

I’m lookin’ for a way to get back home
Cause we will never change
I saw your picture on a phone…

I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home
cause it’s getting late and the great depression’s getting old…

Come out, come out, there’s something to sing about
Come out, come out, the Loch Ness Monster, the next election
Come out, come out, there’s something to sing about
Come out, come out, Willie Nelson, The resurrection…