Jack Bruce, "Theme for an imaginary western"

One of the best songs ever...

When the wagons
leave the city
for the forest, and further on
Painted wagons
of the morning
dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelling
through the darkness
met the summer coming home
Fallen faces
by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known

O the sun was in their eyes
and the desert that dries
In the country towns
where the laughter sounds

O the dancing
and the singing
O the music when they played
O the fires
that they started
O the girls with no regret
Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it on the way
Fought each other
to possess it
Sometimes died in sight of day

O the sun was in their eyes
and the desert that dries
In the country towns
where the laughter sounds.