At the End of the Rainbow

Cowboy Junkies

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