Staring out the window as your rain beats on my pain
Tears of sorrow streaming from your eye sockets again
Light beaks through the gray sky and the storm clouds fade agay
Leaving in their wake a way to you, i start my trip today
Walking through the air
On the colors of the sky
The rain bow magic ends
When i’m so close to my prize
Your heart is the pot of gold at the end of the road
It hurts to see how cheap it’s sold
And here i am waiting for you in the cold
Eternally hoping the street of light will again unfold
But i guess that story just hasn’t been told