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 living 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   Underneath the sky again