Every rainbow has to have an end. A pot of gold or dreams foretold may not be there my friend. In this high and mighty world we live in. Sometimes we have to break, sometimes we have to bend.
I'll give you the best I can give you, baby. That's all I can give. We'll live it the best we can live it, baby. As long as we live. . What kind of love never turns you down.
(t. b. schmit/b. gaitsch/w. jennings). . Was it just the moonlight. The way you held me. Baby what a feeling oh. It was shining so bright. It seemed like magic.