Rainbow street is a dead end.
They say there are many roads a man must travel to be a man. I took the road less traveled and it took me to the middle of nowhere. It seems right. Florida fits some, nowhere fits me. "What will it be?" asked the man behind the bar. "Nothing." I replied. He poured a big glass, I drank it down. It was a sweet nothing, best thing I've ever drank. I looked out the window and saw a joker, a loser and a fool, they danced their dance like a battle between good and evil. The joker laughed. The loser cried. The fool said "I will carry on." Every time I think about leaving this place I remember that fool. I say to myself "I will carry on." Because the world is a lonely place and rainbow street is a dead end.