I'm standing here waiting for you to come

In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon

Feel strange to have you as a friend

But I'd rather be your friend

Then to never see you again

I'd rather be your friend

You stare at the sky, colours reflecting in your eye

Could it be what they call the northern light?

But here and at this time of year

It's like someone spilled a beer

All over the atmosphere

It's like someone spilled a 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 hurt and pain

I called out your name

But you were caught in a heavenly silver rain

You and I are not the same

We're divided by the smoke of an aeroplane

Of an aeroplane

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