I'm Gone On My Way
To see what's left of Cheyenne
I've known the name all my life
Ain't put a face to it yet
And there's just too many things
I ain't seen so I am
Driving off to find it
And every couple miles
The reception dies out
And there's a buzzing in my mind
A little looming cloud
Like I'm waiting on a call
That I'm gonna miss somehow
Ain't that some sweet irony
I was hoping to feel something
I was hoping to feel something
Undeniable
I was sold a bill of goods
By documentaries and books
Cause it's just another town
On its way back down
To being wholly unremarkable
There's a dead famous writer
Buried in some southern state
He won the Pulitzer Prize

Now he's a weekend trip away
And I figured I'd sit calmly
In the grass beside his grave
But it was dirt and empty bottles
I was hoping to feel something
Undeniable
I was sold a bill of goods
By documentaries and books
And it strikes me that he
Would be shaken by this scene
So doesn't that make me the problem
I'm gone on my way
To see what's left of Cheyenne
I've known the name all my life
Ain't put a face to it yet
And there's just too many things
I ain't seen so I'm
Driving north to find it