Lyrics:

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

Oh the sun was in their eyes, and the desert dry
In the country town, where the laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing oh the music that they played
Oh the fires that they started along the trails with no regrets

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way
Fought each other to posses it, often blind by the light of day

Oh the sun was in their eyes, and the desert dry
In the country town, where the laughter sounds

Oh the sun was in their eyes, and the desert dry
In the country town, where the laughter sounds