hitch up the wagons
we’re headed west
out where i man can meet his test (yeah)

bid farewell
to the house the city
as they say, “it’s such a pity” (yeah)

we’re driving across the land
holding the reigns with both hands
we’re staring into the sunset
but there’s no more west

stop at the shoreline
time to sink or swim
and the dusk is growing dim

we’ve been here before
times were hard, we were soft
but every cliff we came to, we never had to jump off

at dawn we see what we’ve passed
a land of brave and free
and we can’t quite come to believe
this is our destiny