Track 1 of the album Rooftop Sunrise with the Whole Wide Band · 2024
Rooftop Sunrise with the Whole Wide Band
“Four of us on a tar-paper roof in a new city with no gigs and no plan. The sun came up and we had a record.”
folk rock · anthemic folk rock · sunrise jangle · 3:24
Lyrics
Four of us up on the tar-paper roof New city, no gigs, no plan Boots in the gravel, guitars in the cold Sun coming up on the land Down in the street the buses start up A baker is flipping his sign We've got a harmonica, two chords and a dream And a sky that's just about mine Here comes the sun on the Whole Wide Band Hands in the air, boots on the stand We moved here with nothing, so we've got it all Singing it loud from the rooftop wall Here comes the sun, here we go again Brothers on the roof where the new day begins Somebody's window slides open below A stranger starts clapping along We've never been welcome, now we're a name On the lips of a morning song Here comes the sun on the Whole Wide Band Hands in the air, boots on the stand We moved here with nothing, so we've got it all Singing it loud from the rooftop wall Here comes the sun, here we go again Brothers on the roof where the new day begins Were we scared? We were scared Did we run? We did But the road led us up to this tar-paper stage And the whole sky opened wide Here comes the sun on the Whole Wide Band Hands in the air, boots on the stand We moved here with nothing, so we've got it all Singing it loud from the rooftop wall Here comes the sun, here we go again Brothers on the roof where the new day begins Here we go again Here we go again