Rooftops - Liz Lawrence

That toy that you got from an old cereal box

Takes pride of place on my window ledge

Them pop-cap guns and your father’s benson

Are gonna make a man out of you some day

And ain’t it funny how it’s all worked out?

You got a job and a family now

And I’m singing these same old songs

In empty bars and cheap restaurant

But it feels like a matter of days

And I can run on all the games we play

Sitting on the rooftops after dawn

Drinking in the sky and eating the stars

Then running home for tea of mash and gravy

Shipping for castings on the radio

And mama’s in her straights saying she only does her best

But we don’t appreciate where the money goes

Would you even recognise me now?

I lost love and I’ve fallen down

Felt the weight of the world on my shoulder

My young face got a little bit older

Had my heart bent, torn in two

I surely hope it doesn’t happen to you

Sitting on the rooftops after dawn

Drinking in the sky and eating the stars

I won’t tie my laces, I won’t brush my hair

I won’t wear nice dresses on a Sunday

I say three hail Mary’s and I’ll make my peace

Friday night DJs down the alley

Ain’t it funny how it’s all worked out?

You got a job and a family now

And I’m singing these same old songs

In empty bars and cheap restaurants

But it feels like a matter of days

And I could run on all the games we play

Sitting on the rooftops after dawn

Drinking in the sky and eating the stars

Had my heart bent, torn in two

Surely hope it doesn’t happen to you

Sitting on the rooftops after dawn

Drinking in the sky and eating the stars