Montana

She used to watch him roll his cigarettes

On the front porch wearing her Sunday best

They ain’t been to church in 15 years

If miracles still happen, they don’t happen here

She had to sell her mama’s ring and her piano

‘Cause he pissed away their mortgage on his booze

Just a shell of the man she fell in love with

She’d be damned if she’d let him drown her too

She’d say in the morning I could hit Montana

If I drive through all night

I could get lost out in them mountains

Find a spot deep in the pines

She’s a mama to a son who didn’t make it

She found him by himself in his room

She can still see his face in the moonlight

Eyes half open on the floor

Lips a gentle shade of blue

She blamed it on herself for years after

But their ain’t a goddamned thing she coulda done

What’s left when your soul is taken from you?

There’s nothing in her heart of the woman she once was

She’d say in the morning I could hit Montana

If I drive through all night

I could get lost out in them mountains

Find a spot deep in the pines

I need a place where I can wander

Question the meaning of my life

Maybe I’ll find what I am after

In the land they call Big Sky