He doesn't have a friend just some occupations   Staring at the sky or at computer screens   It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards   But every marty knows that you suffer in belief      But if only you could see that things that he has seen!   'cos he knows that he can tell you just what all this means      He knows, it's true that they're our there   He knows, it's true that they're our there   And there's very little faith left on this world      There's so much in the sky, it must be hiding something   He thinks that he's prepared and he's counting down the days      And if only you could see the things that he has seen!   'cos he's sure that he could tell you just what all this means      It's so easy when we sneer   And mock the faith that he holds dear   But just like us he's chasing dreams      If you look hard enough then you'll see it clearly   There's something that we need always coming from the sky      And there's very little faith left on this world