JUST PASSING THROUGH
A man searching for something, always searching,
He travels through the desert, a town in his sight.
On a horse he rides, the sun upon his back,
Dressed in western clothing of the time.
What he wants is a bed for the night,
A warm meal that satisfies, a bath much needed.
He heads for the saloon, a drink in his thoughts,
Sit down for a game of cards with faces of a town.
Just passing through, a man and his horse,
Both bedded down for the night,
When the sun rises, his search will continue.