At The End of the Rainbow
(Michael Timmins )

Again, at the end of the rainbow
Again, no gold to be found
Just this cold unmade bed
The last three 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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Last update: May 2, 2004
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