Rooftop Chronicles

West Coast... yeah... Sun setting on the reservoir,

high above the pavement.

Watch the skyline glow.

I'm perched high on the metal frame,

shadow on the steel Watching the red sun sink,

keeping it entirely real Cruising through the grid where the palm trees

bend Another summer evening with some money to spend

Dry snare cracking on the two and the four Laying down the

law from the roof to the floor (yeah)

Ride with the wind,

let it blow... (oooooh) From the rooftop down to the streets below...

(yeah yeah)

We rise as the gold sun fades...

Concrete jungle glowing in the lavender dusk

Moving past the static and the corporate rust Got the city in

my sights, elevation is key Nothing but the skyline staring back at

me (uh-huh) With a notebook full of schemes and a pocket of

pride We don't run from the storm,

we just ride with the tide

Ride with the wind,

let it blow... (oooooh) From the rooftop down to the streets below...

(yeah yeah)

We rise as the gold sun fades...

Yeah,

watching the lights flicker on.

Sunset on the water tower.

West Coast forever. (ooh-wee)