He doesn't have a friend just some occupations

Staring at the sky or at computer screens

It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards

But every marty knows that you suffer in belief



But if only you could see that things that he has seen!

'Cos he knows that he can tell you just what all this means



He knows, it's true that they're our there

He knows, it's true that they're our there

And there's very little faith left on this world



There's so much in the sky, it must be hiding something

He thinks that he's prepared and he's counting down the days



And if only you could see the things that he has seen!

'Cos he's sure that he could tell you just what all this means



It's so easy when we sneer

And mock the faith that he holds dear

But just like us he's chasing dreams



If you look hard enough then you'll see it clearly

There's something that we need always coming from the sky



And there's very little faith left on this world