Sittin' up on the rooftops

Sittin' up on the rooftops


Sittin up on the rooftops,
Watch the bloodshot sun go down.
Funny to think when you're standing still:
You're still on the merry-go-round.

Well I wore your smile for a while, babe,
But now I'm thinking 'bout putting it down.
Careful when and if you pick it up:
Don't put it on upside down.

stop the bus please
this is my stop
I'm getting off
I'm getting off.......

Well, sometimes I think I'd like to be,
And I sometimes think I'd really rather not.
Sometimes something's worse than nothing babe,
But sometimes nothing's all you got.

For life is a mug's game, fit for a fool.
But there's no rule that says you gotta play.
But what's scaring you - scares me too:
What's that commin' the other way?

Stop the bus.
This is my stop.
I'm getting off, I'm getting off.......

Sittin up on the rooftop ,watch the circus
Pack up on the edge of town.
The clown in his smudge make up,
          -Takes one last look-
Grinds his stub into the ground.

(or alternatively:)

Free-falling off the rooftop,
The wind whistlin' thru' my hair.
Between a rock and a hard place:
You will always find me there.

Stop the bus.
This is my stop.
I've had enough, let me off.
I'm getting off, I'm getting off.....

(fades out with sound of bus pulling away, full of children singing, :
"The wheels on the bus go round
and round, round and round, round and round....")



(By the way, what's the best, or least worse, last verse?)