Another Rainbow

Breaking bread and drinking wine, talking deep into the night,

Just dreaming dreams and making plans forever,

We have been the best of friends, and always said since way back when,

We'd change the world with mad ideas together;

Another rainbow to follow with you,

Another dream that may never come true,

It is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,

Another rainbow where gold may fall;

So we went our different ways, and though I had my darkness days,

I sailed the stars and I found what I was looking for,

You became a jack of trades, ace of all and king of none,

With hands that hurt from knocking on so many doors;

Another rainbow to follow with you,

Another dream that may never come true,

It is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,

Another rainbow where gold may fall;

And there will always be these moments, when you can turn to me again;

Another rainbow to follow with you,

Another crazy dream that just might come true,

'Cos it is better to have tried in vain than never try at all,

Another rainbow where gold may fall.

 

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