One small cloud, cast out by the herd, limps away to the west.
Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.
He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.
Every sunset I witness inspires me with the desire to go to West as distant and as fair as that which the sun goes down. Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.
The West has always been the epicentre of possibility. One of the ways we forge against mortality is to head west. It's to do with catching the sun before it slips behind the horizon.
Oh, it's home again and home again, America for me! I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea To the blessed land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
If you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, take the highway that is best. Get your kicks, on Route Sixty-six.
I felt like the country lays out like a pretty beautiful story itself, heading from the East Coast to West.
The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!
