[INTRO | CINEMATIC WESTERN | MALE DUET | LONE PIANO, TREMOLO GUITAR, HARMONICA | SLOW BUILD | WIDE FRONTIER | 1940s HOLLYWOOD FILM] Out where the dust meets the setting sun, Two riders came with a loaded gun— Well... not exactly guns, that's true, Just a couple of fools with a song or two. [VERSE 1 | WRY STORYTELLING | MALE LEAD | ACOUSTIC GUITAR, BASS, BRUSHED DRUMS | EASY TROT | DRY OPEN SPACE | VINTAGE MONO] They rode into town on a Tuesday morn, One looked tired, the other looked worn, They had no map and they had no plan, But somehow they started a musical band. They wrote one song, then another one came, Nobody knew quite what to call the game, The sheriff said, "Boys, you're making a fuss." They said, "We're just getting started, that's us." [CHORUS | BIG WESTERN THEME | MALE DUET + HARMONY | FULL ORCHESTRA, HARMONICA, GUITAR | RISING | HUGE HORIZON | 1940s CINEMATIC] Two cowboys riding through the night, Making wrong turns and getting it right, Nobody knew where the trail would go, Nobody told 'em they ought to know. They made some noise, They made some songs, They made a few things That shouldn't belong— Two cowboys, Two hearts, One wild frontier, And somehow the music Was never the same after they got here. [VERSE 2 | PLAYFUL, CONFIDENT | MALE LEAD | TWANG GUITAR, PIANO, WALKING BASS, SNARE | STEADY GALLOP | WIDE SPACE | VINTAGE FILM SOUND] They tried a little this, they tried a little that, Put a rhythm where a rhythm wasn't at, They borrowed no tune and they copied no name, They just kept throwing sparks at the musical flame. One night they played till the morning came, The piano smoked and the jukebox complained, The bartender shouted, "You've gone too far!" They said, "Probably... but look at that star." [BRIDGE | MYSTERIOUS, CINEMATIC | MALE DUET | LOW STRINGS, TREMOLO GUITAR, SOLO HARMONICA | SUSPENDED | DEEP REVERB | OLD FILM DRAMA] Years rolled by like tumbleweed, The little songs became something people would need, And somewhere beyond that dusty town, A whole new sound came riding down. No monument, No golden gate, No historian waiting at the town hall gate— Just two strange riders, Laughing in the rain, Who changed the music And did it again. [FINAL CHORUS | EPIC WESTERN FINALE | MALE DUET + LARGE MALE HARMONY | FULL ORCHESTRA, STRINGS, BRASS, HARMONICA, ELECTRIC GUITAR | HUGE CLIMAX | WIDE CINEMATIC | 1940s FILM SCORE] Two cowboys riding through the night, Still making wrong turns, Still getting it right, They never knew what they'd started back then, They'd only saddle up And do it again. They made some chaos, They made some songs, They kept on riding When the road went wrong. Two cowboys, Two hearts, Two shadows in the sun, And somewhere in the distance You can hear what they've begun. [OUTRO | QUIET, NOSTALGIC | MALE DUET | SOLO HARMONICA + TREMOLO GUITAR | FADING | DISTANT FRONTIER | OLD FILM FADE] So if you hear a strange song Coming over the hill, Don't ask who wrote it, Don't ask who will— Just tip your hat And let the riders pass... Two cowboys changed the music. And they're probably still making a mess.
