Smoke stack breathes into the city
And the south side of the Empire State takes a nap in the 6 o’clock sun
And I turn and watch the rising moon
Don’t think I could ever refuse a chance to play this room
And if you hear from down on 12th street
Something that makes you stop
Don’t worry baby
I’m just singing on the rooftop
Snake eyes are two towers of woven steel
Stretching out across the East River into a Williamsburg afternoon
Makes me smile deep at a memory of a night spent between Brooklyn sheets
Shakes my head in disbelief
And hey there’s that old man with his older dog on the street
And if you hear from down on 12th street
Something that makes you stop
Don’t worry baby
I’m just singing on the rooftop
Come here, Baby, wrap yourself around my finger
Let’s be one and one makes two, you and me, sit right here, against my knee,
Lean back, check out the view
I wanna be in the center of you
And if they hear from down on 12th street
Something that makes them stop
Don’t worry baby
We’re safe here on the rooftop