We talk in riddles and ride the storm
We hide in darkness and try to stay warm
We calm our nerves so we don't feel a thing
We've got to raise the roof to make it right
We shut the gates and don't let anyone in
We shut it down before it has a chance to begin
Now that ain't right
We've got to raise the roof to make it right
Put your hand in mind, see if we can shake things up a bit, if we try real hard
We've got to raise the roof to make it right
1 | Cast Iron Soul |
2 | New York City Lullaby |
3 | Last Of The Only Ones |
4 | Thanksgiving Day |
5 | JD's Blues |