Rooftop Radio

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Verse

There's an aerial above me and it's bent and it's bizarre
And it's picking up a station that is barely anything
Just a fragment of a saxophone, a sliver of a string
And a man who's speaking Spanish about something in the spring
Oh the static is the best part, it's the static that I sing
I'm a hundred feet above the street and nowhere near a star
But the water tower's glowing and the glowing's how they are
And the antenna keeps insisting that we're never very far

Chorus

Rooftop radio, turn it up and let it go
Every frequency is somebody who's talking to the air
Every frequency is somebody who's hoping someone's there
And the tar beneath my sneakers is the closest thing to prayer
Oh the whole entire sky is full of voices everywhere
Rooftop radio, tuning very slow
I've got nothing to broadcast but I've got a lot to know
So I'll listen to the city till the city starts to glow

Verse

There's a family on the fire escape, they're eating in a mess
There's a dog upon a rooftop who is barking at the day
There's a helicopter circling like it's got something to say
And the buildings keep on standing in their complicated way
Oh I've lived here seven summers and I've never got away
And I don't know if I want to, and I honestly confess
That this ugly, glorious horizon is my one address
And I'd trade a hundred mountains for a rooftop, more or less

Chorus

Rooftop radio, turn it up and let it go
Every frequency is somebody who's talking to the air
Every frequency is somebody who's hoping someone's there
And the tar beneath my sneakers is the closest thing to prayer
Oh the whole entire sky is full of voices everywhere
Rooftop radio, tuning very slow
I've got nothing to broadcast but I've got a lot to know
So I'll listen to the city till the city starts to glow

Bridge

When the sun comes up behind the bank it turns the whole thing gold
And the radio gives up and there is only you and me
And a pigeon and a puddle and a sky you have to see
And the city does a thing it does for absolutely free
Oh it hands you back the morning like it's nothing, like a key
And whatever you were worried about, quietly gets old
And whatever you were carrying, you set it down and hold
Just the coffee and the daylight and a rooftop, and the cold