Some people just need to find the end of the rainbow, always looking for the next turn around the bend...

Where will the world be in the spring

Where will his heart finally ring

off in the desert of a distant land

Who will carry this man



No body knows and no body cares

any where



Soldier of fortune lost at the tide

fights for money honor and pride

Some one says that he will die

He faces death square in the eye



No body knows and no body cares

any where



Small is the pay and high is the fee

Each a message for the troubled and free

What is the answer to his name

Which of you is to blame



No body knows and nobody cares

any where



Skilled at his trade with gun and blade

He only answers to the sun and the shade

Talks of a home where life maybe dull

Never worries about the crossbones and skull



No body knows and no body cares

any where



Pay was mailed to a post office place

Each checks was cashed by heavenly grace

Father of time laid the money down

orphanage on the out skirts of town



No body knows and no body cares

anywhere



Disappears in the blink of an eye

There are no tears no body cries

All is now calm in the western sky

Child of the prairie is now home



No body knows and nobody cares

any where