I'm standing here waiting, for you to come

in the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon

feels strange to have you as a friend

but I rather be  your friend

than to never see you a - gain

I'd rather be your friend



you stare at the sky, colours reflecting in your eye

could it be, what they call the northern lights

but here and at this time of year

it's like someone spilled the beer all over the atmosphere

it's like someone spilled the beer



and I called out your name

like the name of a coming hurricane

I called out your name

like you call out when you're in hurting pain

I called out your name

but you're a part in a heavenly silver rain

you and I are not the same

we are divided by the smoke of an aeroplane

of an aeroplane



a flock of birds, in the sky

flying south they know this place will die

and I wish they could take me with them

but I would not be accepted 

cause I can't dance the funky chicken

I can't dance the funky chicken



I'm standing here waiting, for you to come

in the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon