(Told us there was a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow) (Who's at the end of the rainbow?) I thought I had a chance to make it perfect timing I thought I had a chance to go I wanted to be sure It's never quite your fire, is it, though? I thought I found the pot of gold At the end of the rainbow Easy come Easy go It's the only way I know How on the weekend Is how I need them I thought I had a chance to make it perfect timing I thought I had a chance to go Is it all perceptional, all the colors that we see? Is it different to them than it is to you and me? I know we're on the same wavelength, same vibration Always been that way over here since day one I thought it was so brilliant The sunset reflecting off the pond The picture as a form of life Imitating art Imitating life Imitating art We could walk the streets and Finally get into some shit We could hide underneath the bridge And take it in That ROYGBIV I thought I had a chance to make it perfect timing I thought I had a chance to go I wanted to be sure It's never quite your fire, is it, though? I thought I found the pot of gold At the end of the rainbow I thought I had a chance to make it perfect timing I thought I had a chance to go