(Written by Tom Waits)



 You used to dream yourself away each night

To places that you'd never been

On wings made of wishes

That you whispered to yourself

Back when every night the moon and you

Would sweep away to places

That you knew

Where you would never get the blues 



Well now, whiskey gives you wings

To carry

Each one of your dreams

And the moon does not belong to you

But I believe

That your heart keeps young dreams

Well, I've been told

To keep from ever growing old

And a heart that has been broken

Will be stronger when it mends 



Don't let the blues stop you singing

Darling, you've only got a broken wing

Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow

Hang on to my rainbow

Hang on to my rainbow sleeves