only a painted chariot but it took you so far into the rain

and the coachman slapped his fist

on the chariot in the mist

he said look here sonny, can't you see its as real as pain

see this fine chariot, won't you ride it

I'm the coachman, won't you trust me to guide it

and it's only a painted chariot



don't you trust that coachman

he doesn't want you to be free



then you got high, deep sigh, much more, where's the door



hear the old prayers, find the wise players