End of the Rainbow

On a lonely road, there's a lonely soldier,

            Marching out in the summer sun,

This is where he fought his first battle,

            Where his first war was won,

He's searching for a place, he thinks he'll get there,

            He thinks the game he plays is fair,

He doesn't know, there's no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

            He doesn't know there's nothing there.