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Through northern lights on back streets --- |
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I told the coachman, |
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Just drive me on, |
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It's the same old destination |
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but a different world to sing upon. |
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So he threw back his head and he counted. |
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I jumped out about five to nine. |
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And I waved at the stage door-keeper --- |
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said, |
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Mister, get me to the stage on time. |
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Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water |
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and the snow didn't have a place in the sun |
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so I slipped behind a rainbow |
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and waited till the show had done. |
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I packed my ammunition. |
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Inside the crowd was shouting, |
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Encore |
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, |
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But I had a most funny feeling --- |
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it wasn't me they were shouting for. |
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So when the tall dark lady smiled at me |
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I said, |
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Oh, baby let us go for a ride. |
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And we came upon two drinks or four |
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and popped them oh so neatly inside. |
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Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water |
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and the snow didn't have a place in the sun |
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so we slipped behind a rainbow |
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and lay there until we had done. |
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Let me pack you deep in my suitcase. |
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Oh, there's sure to be room for two --- |
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or you can drive me to the airplane |
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but don't let me catch those rainbow blues. |
