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"