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