Grey coat buttoned to the chin
Where the city noise begins
Counting cabs in yellow lines
Watching how the traffic winds
Cold wind bites the copper roof
Waiting for a solid proof
Coffee in a paper cup
Waiting for the moon to wake up
High above the zinc and slate
Patient as a closing gate
Paris glows in hazy gold
Stories that the rooftops hold
Shift is over, clock is still
Looking past the window sill
One man walks a lonely street
Rhythm of the tired beat
Cold wind bites the copper roof
Waiting for a solid proof
Coffee in a paper cup
Waiting for the moon to wake up
High above the zinc and slate
Patient as a closing gate
Paris glows in hazy gold
Stories that the rooftops hold
Fare is paid and meter's off
Winter air a heavy cough
Old roads know the secret way
Through the ending of the day
One match lit against the dark
Landing like a tiny spark
Briefly warm, a human touch
Not a lot, but means so much
High above the zinc and slate
Patient as a closing gate
Paris glows in hazy gold
Stories that the rooftops hold
Leather boots and heavy eyes
Underneath the violet skies
Keep the watch and hold the line
Everything will be just fine
High above the zinc and slate
Patient as a closing gate
Paris glows in hazy gold
Stories that the rooftops hold
Just a quiet view.
The rooftop watch is through.
(Fade out)
