Wrong rainbow

winter wind is at my face

crulest stars are staring down

saying that I finally lost this race

Where did I learn my wanderin' ways

what was I hoping there to find

when did I realize what lay ahead

could no make up for what I'd left behind

Must have been wrong rainbow

I don't see any pot of gold

all I see is a man too old to start again

I had a girl in the summer of my youth

she loved me more and more each day

god only knows why I gave her up

for marrige to that cold highway

Never know the uears to go so fast

never felt my feet so slow

I bet it all on the yellow, reds and blues

of a ghost I used to call my rainbow

Must have been the wrong rainbow

I don't see any pot of gold