Restless is the spirit, when we are all so young
Daydreams of adventures, to turn boy into man
Following the sun to it’s final resting West
Yearning to escape, his reflection shows a man
Pocket holds a compass, pointing true, due West
Knowing many never stray from their home, when young
I’ve seen this times before, it’s how we settled West
As men set for their fortunes, leaving wives and young
I see you have that spirit, so I toast you man to man
And so commence your life anew, just “Go West, young man”