Lyrics:

Through northern lights on back streets ---I told the coachman, ''Just drive me on,It's the same old destinationbut 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 waterand the snow didn't have a place in the sunso I slipped behind a rainbowand 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 meI said, ''Oh, baby let us go for a ride.''And we came upon two drinks or fourand popped them oh so neatly inside.Oh, but the rain wasn't made of waterand the snow didn't have a place in the sunso we slipped behind a rainbowand 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 airplanebut don't let me catch those rainbow blues.