Underneath the sky of red

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