i'm headed for montana
like there's nowhere else to go
i'm longing for the mountains
lonesome for the snow
those sweeping river vistas
the yardstick for my soul
it makes my life feel small
that makes my heart feel full
eastbound on the 90
there's a gratifying drive
the roads are steep and winding
thick woods on either side
out by mile marker zero
an arbitrary line
feel the big bad sky blow open
by the wasted welcome sign
i'm headed for montana
like there's nowhere else to go
i'm longing for the mountains
lonesome for the snow
those sweeping river vistas
they're the yardstick for my soul
it makes my life feel small
that makes my heart feel full
stop a spell in lolo
maybe lincoln or some small town
try the local beer and burger
not concerned with making time now
hit missoula for a salad
talk a colleague in the car
i tell him we'll make butte america
before paula locks the bar
i'm headed for montana
like there's nowhere else to go
i'm longing for the mountains
lonesome for the snow
those sweeping river vistas
the yardstick for my soul
it makes my life feel small
that makes my heart feel full
i guess i ain't from nowhere
i've seen it all
don't recommend montana
i do not suggest great falls
if you ain't tough as fence nails
kind as a cabin stove
if you don't feel out of place there
i bet they'd gently let you know
i'm headed for montana
like there's nowhere else to go
i'm longing for the mountains
lonesome for the snow
those sweeping river vistas
the yardstick for my soul
it makes my life feel small
and that makes my heart feel full
yeah it makes my life feel small