All Through Montana

My tires swell, the road seems lonely

The road seem lonely, my life seems great

The sun rises slow, over the hills

As I drive east towards a western state

I listen to Greg Brown, all through Montana, and all through Montana I look for your soul

It just seems like the place that you would’ve settled down, that is if you ever even settled down at all

You’d be so proud if you could see me now, I got my own record and another on the way

Just play my guitar from town to town, but I know it all began on that warm spring day

I cut class with you for no other reason than to welcome in the season and let the wind kiss your neck

You took me to that meadow and I played you that song, the one about how some planet’s star lies

Right between your breasts

I guess I was stupid I guess I was naïve to think that I could have kept it a secret somehow

I would have written you so many more songs if I had known the muse then like I know the muse now

So I stare north now into what must be Canada, with tears in my eyes as the wind rocks my brain

A man can only not know so much before he realizes he doesn’t know one goddamn thing

I listen to Greg Brown, all through Montana, and Montana is so much bigger than you think

In my wildest dreams I picture you roamin around, makin folks smile and maybe keepin an eye out for me