Underneath The Sky

There’s a story-teller sleeping alone
He has no face and he has no name
And his where abouts is sort of unknown

All he needs is his life in a suitcase
It belongs to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again

So wish me away to an unknown place
And I’m livin in a land with no name
I’ll be making a start with a brand new harp
Stop me making sense once again

All we need is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again

All we need is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Again
Again
Again
Underneath the sky again