Underneath The Sky

Underneath the sky of red

There's a storyteller sleeping alone

He has no face and he has no name

And his whereabouts are sort of unknown



All he needs is his life ln a suitcase

It belongs to a friend of a friend's

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

Am I living in a land with no name

I'll be making a start with my brand new harp

Stop me making sense again



All we need is our lives in a suitcase

They belong to a friend of a friend's

And as we drink to ourselves

We'll amuse ourselves

Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky again