| Staring at the wavelength |
| At my disposal |
| Hoping one day |
| I just may get a little closer |
| Sultry nights full of fright |
| I try to sleep in four leaf-clover |
| Soft soap me down in your coma |
| Sweetchestnut with a heavenly soma |
| For my whole life I was a loner |
| But now I am a roamer |
| To where the sky is blue |
| To where the sky is blue |
| Sailing the seven seas |
| You hardly get the chance to ski |
| You can change your homes one thousand times |
| Still your problems roam |
| Like a huge wave’s foam |
| Always following you |
| To where you’re all alone |
| Soft soap me down in your coma |
| Sweetchestnut with a heavenly soma |
| For my whole life I was a loner |
| But now I am a roamer |
| To where the sky is blue |
| To where the sky is blue |
| With puffy clouds and brew |
| Yeah where the sky is blue |
| Relax said the nightman |
| Turn of your fright man |
| Blowing smokerings in the air |
| Pretending that you’re Fred Astaire |
| Dancing everywhere |
| With them smokerings in the air |
| And you think you’re Fred Astaire |
| Oh you’re dancing everywhere |
| Yeah where the sky is blue |
| To where the sky is blue |
| With puffy clouds and brew |
| Yeah where the sky is blue |
| Relax said the nightman |
| Turn of your fright man |
| Blowing smokerings in the air |
| Pretending that you’re Fred Astaire |
| The sky is blue |
| And I believe in you |
| Just raise your arms and fly |
| To where the sky is blue |
| To where the sky is blue |
| With puffy clouds and brew |
| Yeah where the sky is blue |