| G | Em | |
| When this old world starts | getting me down |
| C | D | G | |
| And | people are just too | much for me to | face |
| Em | |
| I'll climb way up to the | top of the stairs |
| C | D | G | |
| And | all my cares just | drift right into | space |
| C | |
| On the roof it's peaceful as can be |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| And | there the world be | low don't bother | me |
| G | Em | |
| So | when I come home feelin' | tired and beat |
| C | D | G | |
| I'll | go up where the | air is fresh and | sweet |
| Em | |
| I'll get away from the | hustling crowd |
| C | D | G | |
| And | all that rat-race | noise down in the | street |
| C | |
| On the roof that's the only place I know |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Where | you just have to | wish to make it | so |
| (Lets go up on the roof) |
| Lead |
| C | |
| At night the stars put on a show for free |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| And | darling you can | share it all with | me |
| I keep on telling you that |
| G | Em | |
| Right smack dab in the | middle of town |
| C | D | G | |
| I've | found a para | dise that's trouble | proof |
| G | Em | |
| And if | this old world starts | getting you down |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| There's | room enough for | two up on the | roof |
| C | D | |
| Up on the | roof |
| G | Em | |
| Up on the | roof |
| C | D | G | |
| Up on the | roof |
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| All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. |