I was driving to my Weight Watchers meeting this morning, when my iPod served up Laura Nyro singing "Up on the Roof." It triggered a sweet memory and gave me a bit of a yearning for my own spot to run away to.
When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below don't bother me, no, no
So when I come home feeling tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
And all the rat-race noise down in the street
On the roof, that's the only place I know
Look at the city, baby
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof
And at night the stars they put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me
That's what I said
Keep on telling you
That right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's troubleproof
And if this old world starts a getting you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof...
As a teenager, I'd occasionally sneak out of the house at night and meet up with friends. One warm evening, I was out with two friends, David and Annie. It must have been 1 or 2 in the morning, and we were walking down the center of the street that ran by David's house. David was very much into music, so he had a radio with him. Laura Nyro's version of Up on the Roof came on, and we all sat down, there in the middle of the road, to listen. A wonderful and special moment. Bittersweet now as David and Annie are both dead. Annie hung herself about 25 years ago and David died of AIDS in the early 90s. They were both very special people.
And who wouldn't want a place at the top of the stairs where it's peaceful as can be and all your cares drift right into space?