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