Farewell To The Old West

December 5th, 1916, the end of an era Jarbridge, Nevada, one dead and four thousand gone A robbery of stagecoach again Off with the treasure, buried forever A promise of freedom couldn't unlock his tongue Never again would a stagecoach be robbed The old ways were dying, the new ways beginning New evidence used to convict The Old West had seen its time, and it would never return Once the mystery is gone A new thing must be explored The West that we knew, dead and gone, territories are states Systems that we create die Nothing that we build will last Modernity becomes ancient Leaves a trail of waste in its path Unforgiving are the sands of time