The rainbow over your head
Is fading
The pot of gold
Is empty
My legs are weary
My thoughts leave me
Lying low
Wondering
Wandering
My path has broken
Three roads stand before me
I only want to sleep
Tomorrow, travel the way the wind blows
Or the rail that dreams show
Give me your own sign
So that I might know
You still live in the center
Weather leaves little time
For waiting
Was it luck that your love blew
Me in the right direction