Rooftop Laughter

(ha... ha-ha-ha...)

Two a.m. in the fluorescent hum

Gas-station cup getting cold on my thumb

A paper map in a stranger's hand

They laugh too loud,

try to understand

But the joke falls flat in the midnight air

We're just killing time on the corner square

Up the fire escape to the gravel roof

One working speaker is the only proof

We're still alive under static skies

(still alive)

Sour sugar on a rooftop ledge

Dancing right along the broken edge No directions left for us to

follow

Drinking gas-station coffee till tomorrow

Ah, ah,

we go quiet now

Ah, ah, we go quiet now (shh)

We laughed too loud and the speaker blew

Only static left for me and you

Now we're standing in the silent dark

Waiting for a single,

tiny spark

Sour sugar on a rooftop ledge Dancing right along the broken edge

No directions left for us to follow

Drinking gas-station coffee till tomorrow

Just a rooftop with one speaker (one speaker...)