There was something strange. In the sky tonight. I was left standing. With three moons shining. CHORUS:. Just on the outskirts of civilization. Just on the outskirts of civilization. Indians have always seen the lights. Since the beginning of time. They drew pictures on the rocks. Of our relatives from the sky. Just on the outskirts of civilization. Catch the light. Just on the outskirts of civilization. Where the sun goes at night. CHORUS. I hear no longer. The song of the women. I hear no longer. The cry of the bird. I see no more. The white smoke rising. Only the low hum from the lights is still heard. CHORUS (2 times).