Janice, Thanks.
THERE'S SOMETHING 'BOUT MONTANA
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
Wild horses run inside of me
At the stangest times
It's something in the rhythm
Riding in the rain
Calling out Montana
Calling out her name
There's something 'bout her beauty
winding through the waves
Longing for the ocean
Echoing through the caves
I sometimes hear her singing
Softly on my name
Whispering California
You'll never be the same
But I don't want to spoil her changes
By getting in the way
Or sing too many love songs
To try and make her stay
It's just that I keep turning
From in to outward bound
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave the sound
It's just that in the distance
Falling on a rhyme
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
The Rez
. . . like a childhood calling in the wind
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