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.

Enviar Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho Cifra Imprimir Corrigir


Posts relacionados

Ver mais no Blog