[Intro] [Verse 1] Gear cases stacked by the rooftop door Sticky floor still on the soles we wore Twelve people came and they sang along Felt like a stadium for one small song Drummer's lighting one he'll never smoke Passing it round like a private joke Traffic hums somewhere down below And nobody's ready to go [Hook] Ears still ringing, city humming Feet up on the amps Nothing much to say, just staying Here where the moment lands Ears still ringing, slowly fading Soft as the evening's end Sitting on the roof with the band Sitting with my friends [Verse 2] Counting the money, it's twenty-two Enough for chips and a bus or two Bass player humming the second verse Swears we played it better than at first Street lights flicker like a little crowd Clapping for us, not too loud One more minute before we climb down To the sleepy town [Interlude] [Hook] Ears still ringing, city humming Feet up on the amps Nothing much to say, just staying Here where the moment lands Ears still ringing, slowly fading Soft as the evening's end Sitting on the roof with the band Sitting with my friends [Outro] [End]
