Strange Things - John Holt

Strange things happen on a Friday night,

Girls meets boys,

there’s a lot of loving and kissing,

under the golden moon there shines a silver light,

oh I’d like to be one of them,

but I’m just a wandering sheep,

a wandering sheep on this island,

with no one to love me,

with no one to care for me,

that’s why I say,

someone please take my hand and let us go,

I keep on thinking I wish that it was me.