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