Next Year - Paul Anka

I’m in the sky tonight,

There I can keep by your side

Watching the wide world riot and hiding out

I’ll be coming home next year

Into the sun we climb

Climbing our wings will burn white

Everyone strapped in tight

We’ll ride it out

I’ll be coming home next year

Come on get on get on Take it till life runs out

No one can find us now,

Living with our heads underground

Into the night we shine

Lighting the way we glide by Catch me if I get too high

When I come down

I’ll be coming home next year

I’m in the sky tonight

There I can keep by your side

Watching the whole world wind around and round

I’ll be coming home next year

I’ll be coming home next year

Everything’s alright up here

When I come down

I’ll be coming home next year

Say good-bye