(One two three, one two three)

There's a knock on the door

Oh, you've been here before, let them in

To adorn your face with such color and grace is a sin

Still, you pick up the phone and you just wait

For an answer you are, you are really gonna hate

It doesn't come

I hope there's a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow

You had yourself a home

Went and made it your own, fell apart

All the love you could give fell through holes in the sieve of your heart

Still, a number's been dialed, you've returned the call

To yourself, hope somebody will answer if anyone at all

There's no one home

I hope there's a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow

Tell the story through every breath you take

Build a warrior out of the pieces of the hearts you break

Still, you pick up the phone and you just wait / Still, a number's been dialed, you've returned the call

For an answer you are, you are really gonna hate / To yourself, hope somebody will answer if anyone at all

It doesn't come / There's no one home

I hope there's a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow