It’s back to nature, boysnIt’s back to townnBack to where we grew up downnBack to what comes natural to usnlike sucking up car exhaustnnKilling time and climbing up the roofnThis roof looks over everythingnWe can look north, south or east, or westnbut never see anythingnnI lose my mind, I lose controlnI take the stairs when I can take no morenKilling time and climbing up the roof againnnSo we stand there daring to jump offnbut stand still anywaynThe late summer wind zips right past usnbut we ain’t going anywherennThe sunset clouds look lovely, that’s for surenBut it’s more fun watching bottles bustnThe rain feels cool, it might just clean us yetnbut not before the city rusts