Strange Things

Strange things happen on a Friday night,
Boy meets girl,
There's a lot of hugging 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.