Lyrics:

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.