You used to dream yourself away each night      To places that you've never been.      On wings made of wishes that you whispered to yourself      Back when every night the moon and you would slip away to places      Where you knew that 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, I've been told      To keep them there for 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 onto my rainbow      Hang on to my rainbow      Hang on to my rainbow...sleeves.