Songtext von Painted Chariot

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