Rainbow Blues

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.