theme for an imaginary western

when the wagons leave the city, for the forest and further on, painted wagon of the morning, dusty roads where they have gone, sometimes travelin' through the darkness, at the summer comin' home, foreign faces by the wayside, look as if they hadn't known, oh the sad was in their eyes, and the desert that's dry, in a country town, where the map 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 sad was in their eyes, and the desert that's dry, in a country town, where the map was found