Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
I'm the coachman now, won't you trust me to guide it?
See this fine chariot, won't you ride it
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
He said, "Look here, Sonny
Can't you see it's as real as pain"
Wonder why, much more, where's the door?
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
On the chariot in the mist
And the coachman slapped his fist
And it's only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Then you got high, deep sigh
Only a painted chariot