"A ROOFTOP IN THE RAIN"
Words & Music by Johnny Vanderlip © 2004

Twenty seagulls sitting on a rooftop in the rain
Do they see me staring at them through my window pane

Whether headed up to Canada or down to Mexico
It's way beyond me how, without a map, they know which way to go

Sometimes I'd like to sprout some wings, let go this jumbled brain
Sometimes I wish I was a seagull on a rooftop in the rain

A seagull's life seems simple, yeah. Not much to worry 'bout
Don't have to make no big decisions, pay the rent or live with doubt

As far back as the dinosaurs, their instinct was to fly
I'll bet there never was a seagull had to stop and wonder why

Sometimes I'd like to sprout some wings, let go this jumbled brain
Sometimes I wish I was a seagull on a rooftop in the rain

Oh I pray that with the sunrise I'll awaken to the sound
Of the beating of those forty wings so high above the ground

And I'll look below to see that I've escaped the Earth's terrain
And from now on there'll be twenty-one seagulls on the rooftop in the rain