Cowboy Junkies - At The End of The Rainbow текст песни

Again,

At the end of the rainbow

Again,

No gold to be found

Just this cold unmade bed

The last 3 words you said

And this buzzing on the telephone line

Paris, well, there is fog on the seine

Amsterdam still courses through my veins

All these dark crazy sights,

Wouldnt be so bad

If I could just taste your breath once again

Honey I saw your daddy

Lying by the roadside

His feet sticking out of a sack

Honey theyll be calling

To tell you that your daddy

Never will be coming back

Again

At the end of the rainbow

Again,

No words to be found

Just this voice sad and alone

Me wishing I was home

And the silence on the telephone line