Autumn leaves are blowing round my feet
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 cold highway

Never knew the years to go so fast
never felt my feet so slow
I bet it all on the yellow, red 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
all I see is the man too old to start again.