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.