I'm Gone On My WayTo see what's left of CheyenneI've known the name all my lifeAin't put a face to it yetAnd there's just too many thingsI ain't seen so I amDriving off to find itAnd every couple milesThe reception dies outAnd there's a buzzing in my mindA little looming cloudLike I'm waiting on a callThat I'm gonna miss somehowAin't that some sweet ironyI was hoping to feel somethingI was hoping to feel somethingUndeniableI was sold a bill of goodsBy documentaries and booksCause it's just another townOn its way back downTo being wholly unremarkableThere's a dead famous writerBuried in some southern stateHe won the Pulitzer PrizeNow he's a weekend trip awayAnd I figured I'd sit calmlyIn the grass beside his graveBut it was dirt and empty bottlesI was hoping to feel somethingUndeniableI was sold a bill of goodsBy documentaries and booksAnd it strikes me that heWould be shaken by this sceneSo doesn't that make me the problemI'm gone on my wayTo see what's left of CheyenneI've known the name all my lifeAin't put a face to it yetAnd there's just too many thingsI ain't seen so I'mDriving north to find it