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.