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.
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