It's 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 it's as real as pain"      See this fine chariot, won't you ride it   I'm the coachman now, won't you trust me to guide it?   And it's only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot   Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot   Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot   Only a painted chariot      Then you got high, deep sigh   Wonder why, much more, where's the door?   Hear the old prayers, find the wise players   Hear the old prayers, find the wise players   Hear the old prayers, find the wise players