At The End Of The Rainbow         
             
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, 
Wouldn't 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 they'll 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


             
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