Robin & Linda Williams

He says he has no more to say
He says he can no longer stay
In these bleak and bitter winter nights
Where love and hope have taken flight

Out in California they sleep out every night,
In the morning the big orange sun shines bright;
You can hardly count the blessings of the day;
And there's no memory of yesterday

Well, the north wind blasts down the cold steel tracks
Roaring like a high ball express
In the dark blue dawn of tomorrow he'll be gone
Gone, gone to the West.

He says, "Not even you can hold me down
To this sad and broken town."
He told me, "Let the memories go
Oh, you're a fool to hold on so."

Out in California the lights are coming on
As the sun sinks and day is done
While shadows fall on these empty streets
Where yesterday our hearts once beat.

Well, the north wind blasts down the cold steel tracks
Roaring like a high ball express
In the dark blue dawn of tomorrow he'll be gone
Gone, gone to the West.

[Break]

Well, the north wind blasts down the cold steel tracks
Roaring like a high ball express
In the dark blue dawn of tomorrow he'll be gone
Gone, gone to the West.
(Oh, gone, gone to the West. Yea, gone, gone to the West.)