Montana

In the state of Montana In the Year of the Ford Nineteen hundred & fifty-four People are leaving They're driving all night Women are crying They're frozen in lights And we roll on the river Our river is black Our river is deep Headlights & moonlight A space full of grief Secrets and heartaches must carry the load The heart of the thing is the thing we don't know And we roll out the barrels Lo & behold, the night is too long Anchored in heartache Afraid of the dawn Nobody changes The truth is all gone Bosses say Everybody must go And we roll on the ribbons of our dreams