Theme for an Imaginary Western

When the wagons leave the city

For the forest and further on

Painted wagons of the morning

Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travelin' through the darkness

At the summer comin' home

Foreign faces by the wayside

Looked as if they hadn't known

Oh, the sand was in their eye

And the desert that's dry

In the country town

Where the life was found

Oh, the dancing and the singing

Oh, the music when they play

Oh, the fire that they saw there

On the grave of no return

Sometimes they found it

Sometimes they kept it

Often lost it on the way

Pawnee shadow to possess him

Sometimes ride inside of day

Oh, the sand was in their eye

And the desert that's dry

In the country town

Where the life was found

Oh, the sand was in their eye

And the desert that's dry

In the country town

Where the life was found