Montana

Driving north on 35 heading into the nightthe suns getting easier for me to look atI've been singing these songs about you Montanafor so long without ever even knowing itthe things that you can't seeif you look you'll findthey'll deliver everythingsomewhere somehow I got everything backwards from the gas tank to the engineambition sets the pistons on fireand when you feel the distance in an empty bedlord you'll know that you're the woman of a hard working guitar pickin' man you know my dream has always beena freight train leaving townI grew up small town but I always knew I'd get out of that somehowI'm barely breathing on this stagebut it's keeping me alivethere's nowhere I'd rather bethan on my way home to you tonight driving north on 35 heading into the nightthe suns getting easier for me to look atmaybe Memphis TN, maybe New Orleansmaybe Arizona, I guess we'll see