Song Description
A song about writing a song.
| Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Quiet, Gloomy |
Subject |
Writer, Frustration |
| Similar Artists |
Paul Simon, James Taylor |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Jackie sat on the roof tonight
Beneath the rain.
He didn't hear his mother call out to him,
He didn't hear another heart beating.
He didn't see his friends walking by...
Do you know what I mean?
As the raindrops were falling on the asphalt,
And the neighbors were calling to the TV,
Jackie sat on the roof tonight
And racked his brain:
Trying to find a hidden rhyme,
Or an elusive lyric unsung;
Trying to make some sense of his world
Before it comes undone...
Whistle
I wasn't doing anything at all last night
Except thinking and feeling
And watching the raindrops fall
And wishing that for once the words would come
Without any work at all.
And Jackie says:
My songs come like raindrops:
Sometimes they fall, sometimes they stall,
Sometimes they drizzle and stop, and that's all. That's all.
That's all.
Jackie sat on the roof tonight
Beneath the rain.
He didn't hear his mother call out to him,
He didn't hear another heart beating.
He didn't see his friends walking by...
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know what I mean?
Spoken:
Jackie come in out of the rain.
What are you doing out there, Jackie?
Your hair's gettin' all wet.
You look like a drowned rat.