Lex Zaleta

Lyrics

THE WRONG END OF THE RAINBOW

In times gone by,
No one would
Dare utter
Damn untruths.
Now, the big lie
Sounds so good,
Like butter
Sweet and smooth.

The road ahead
Winds and winds,
Turns into
A dead end.
Speak of the dead -
Lost souls find
One or two
Once close friends.

Tomorrow beckons me to follow
The sashay of her hips.
Tomorrow reckons we can borrow
The bouquet from her lips.

Success depends on this, you know.
Guess I forgot what I was told:
There is no pot of gleaming gold
At the wrong end of the rainbow.

Why is it that
The man who
Sees the most
Speaks the least?
We're on the track
Of some new
Holy Ghost,
Some spotless priest.

The trail's gone cold,
And we've lost
What could be
Worlds of time.
This growing old
May have cost
You and me
More than our prime.

Tomorrow beckons me to follow
The sashay of her hips.
Tomorrow reckons we can borrow
The bouquet from her lips.

Success depends on this, you know.
Guess I forgot what I was told:
There is no pot of gleaming gold
At the wrong end of the rainbow.

Copyright © 2011 Lex Zaleta