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