Underneath the Sky

They belong to a friend of a friend
All we need is our lives in a suitcase
And his where abouts is sort of unknown
They belong to a friend of a friend
I’ll be making a start with a brand new harp
Again, again
He has no face and he has no name

So wish me away to an unknown place
Underneath the sky again

And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves
And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky again

It belongs to a friend of a friend
Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again
All he needs is his life in a suitcase
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
And I’m living in a land with no name
Underneath the sky again
And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves

Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again
Stop me making sense once again
All we need is our lives in a suitcase