When this old world starts a getting me down,
and people are just too much for me to face.
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
and all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
and there the world below don't bother me, no, no.
So when I come home feeling tired and beat,
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet.
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
and all the rat-race noise down in the street.
On the roof, that's the only place I know,
Where you just have to wish to make it so,
let's go up on the roof.
And at night the stars, they put on a show for free.
And, darling, you can share it all with me,
keep on telling you.
That right smack dab in the middle of town ,
I found a paradise that's trouble-proof.
And if this old world starts a getting you down,
there's room enough for two
up on the roof, up on the roof, up on the roof.