Rolling into Montana

Attilio's rental car hums along the road Chief Mountain Highway, where the miles erode Radio plays those old country tunes Alberta's wide prairies, the afternoon's in bloom Past the open spaces, only silence speaks so loud Open fields whisper, there's no room for crowds Mountain peaks drawing closer, clear and high Montana welcomes him, beneath this endless sky Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace North Browning is still far, flowers' smell in the clean air Old highway seventeen, I have memories everywhere It is the land of freedom, where the buffalo roam Attilio's found a place he can finally call his own Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace Underneath the stars, the night's serene Chief Mountain Highway, like a living dream Montana whispers softly, welcome home In the shadow of the peaks, he'll never be alone