Don Johnson Big Band Hidden Rainbow
People walking, sleeping, talking Don't seem to see beyond themselves People walking, breathing, talking Nobody sees the ones that fell
Red faced man with curly blond hair Standing in the same spot For the past three days Just watch people pass him by Green bottle in his hand And he doesn't understand Where the folks in the cars And the trams and the cabs all Keep rushing, fast to find There must be something I don't know Some hidden rainbow, a pile of gold or Free drinks for everyone Maybe I can go, my lady luck is low I play, rewind and know my fate is not to glow It shrinks behind the sun So this is it, it's not going to get any better, no brighter He missed, he tripped Clings to a cigarette but doesn't have a lighter His fist insists he's going to fight back Cause he knows he's a fighter Unless this is it
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