I'm on a train listening to Miles, making smiles through the rain.
I can feel the window's pain even though I never seen what its seen.
Probably never go where its been.
The last stop is the rainbow's end.
I've got a one way ticket to meet up with a close friend with my hopes up
But can't hold onto both ends.
I wonder if she knows still
I've got a single red rose that I hope will refresh her memory.
I watch drops of rain race down the window sill.
The one I choose to win trails behind, but still it's too close to call.
The smile I drew broke its fall and got sidetracked, now all it does is ride the cracks.
I won't let this set back affect me.
I know what I want to say, I've got the whole world ahead of me.
I'm lagging behind, I want to catch up on old times, the whole nine
I want the rainbow's end to be a goldmine.
There's two sides to every story, there's two side to every track.
The one you hear on the way up; the one you tell on the way back.
I'm on a train listening to Coltrane without a train of thought.
And I've felt the windows pain.
I've seen what its seen and I've been where its been.
My heart of gold paid for my ticket out of the rainbow's end.
It isn't what I expected, flipping through old notes and sketches.
It isn't remotely close to how I remember it.
Most of them are unfinished, but that's the nature of the business.
The hidden details when you make wishes.
It isn't like the movies.
You either save the world or the girl from the black hat so, you can't have both.
I'm halfway through Afro Blue and I'm halfway home, knowing I can't have you.
And my baggage feels like the weight of the world.
I'm carrying the globe even though I tried to save the girl.
Now I'm sitting in this chair, wishing you were here,
Reading the other side to the story like...
The one you hear on the way up; the one you tell on the way back.