Painted Chariot

It's 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 it's as real as pain"

See this fine chariot, won't you ride it

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

And it's only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot

Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot

Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot

Only a painted chariot

Then you got high, deep sigh

Wonder why, much more, where's the door?

Hear the old prayers, find the wise players

Hear the old prayers, find the wise players

Hear the old prayers, find the wise players