How come you tracked me downIn that nameless dirty spotToo small for any mapFor any mapHow come we both are here nowYou on the right sideMade the wrong side of a gunDamn it ain't my gunDoes anyone out here knowWhat it means to youTo find me here this very dayDid you follow the bloodstainsOr just the broken heartsMy way's been plasteredWith my, my wayHow do you think we'll get one dayAs we feel sort of emptyHow do you think we'll get one dayWith a pot of gold in our handsAt the end of the rainbowHow do you think we'll get one dayAs we feel sort of emptyWith a pot of gold in our handsA fortune to spendNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glowNear the end of day glow*