[Verse 1] I could be driving down the highway, running ten minutes late, Coffee on my shirt and cursing traffic on the interstate. Then a little patch of color sneaks across the sky, And suddenly I’m hanging halfway out the window yelling, “GUYS!” [Pre-Chorus] People think I’m overreacting, maybe that’s true, But if heaven paints a giant crayon arch, what else am I supposed to do? [Chorus] ‘Cause I go absolutely bat shit for rainbows, Lose all my cool and all my composure. Pointing at the sky like it’s the first one I’ve seen, Acting like I’m five years old at forty-something. Every color feels like a hug from somewhere above, A little reminder that life still shows up. Call me dramatic, call me ridiculous, maybe so— But I go absolutely bat shit for rainbows. [Verse 2] My friends all know the warning signs, they hear me start to squeal, They know we’re pulling off the road because this rainbow’s real. I’ve got two hundred blurry pictures that all look the same, And every single one is precious, I will die on that claim. [Pre-Chorus] Some folks chase the northern lights, some folks search for gold, Me? I just lose my mind whenever colors start to fold. [Chorus] ‘Cause I go absolutely bat shit for rainbows, Like the universe just sent me a love note. For a minute all the heavy stuff gets small, And I remember there’s still magic after all. Every color feels like a wink from the sky, Saying, “Hey sweetheart, you’re doing alright.” Call me dramatic, call me ridiculous, maybe so— But I go absolutely bat shit for rainbows. [Bridge] I’ve seen some storms I never thought I’d make it through, Days that felt gray all the way down to my shoes. Maybe that’s why those colors hit me so hard, Like proof that the rain and the beauty aren’t too far apart. [Final Chorus] Yeah, I go absolutely bat shit for rainbows, And honestly, I kinda hope I never grow out of it. The world can be messy, loud, and strange, But one bright arc can change my whole damn day. So if you see me pointing upward with tears in my eyes, Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong—I’m just mesmerized. Some people find miracles in churches and stained-glass windows, Me? I find mine in rainbows.
