Lyrics

I am driving through Montana, and the rain’s pouring down
Telephone wires stretch my thoughts through the clouds
There’s red in those hills, and there’s green on the ground
Railroad tracks, but no train’s coming down
Railroad tracks, but no train’s coming down

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And I don’t know where I’m going, but I know where I’ve been
And I ain’t going back there again
My heart is as rocky as Montana’s hills
But the grass is growing still
Yeah, the grass is growing still

The girl that I was and the friends that I had
Visit me now, they are the ghosts of the badlands
Layers of rock show the layers of my tears
But the brush won’t catch fire this year
No, the brush won’t catch fire this year

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Way out here where the land meets the sky
Sun breaks through, makes a city of lights
I am headed that direction, my ghosts will take flight
There’s a man in the passenger seat, I’m his wife
He’s sleeping in the passenger seat, and I’m his wife

And we don’t know where we’re going, but we know where we’ve been
And we’re holding on close to this love in our hands
Ain’t too many people in this world who will know
How to let your little light show
You let my little light show

I am driving through Montana, and the rain’s pouring down
Telephone wires stretch my voice through the clouds
In this big, big world I am free to sing out loud
The land knows what to keep, the sky weeps to make it proud
The land knows what to keep, the sky weeps to make it proud

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Yeah, the grass is growing still