Montana - James Taylor
I'm not smart enough for this life I've been livin'
A little bit slow for the pace of the dream
It's not I'm ungrateful for all I've been given
But nevertheless just the same
I wish to my soul I was back in Montana
High on my mountain and deep in the snow
Up in my cabin over the valley
Under the blankets with you
Over the ocean from here
Over the mountains from there
Who can imagine the scale of the forces
That pushed this old mountain range up in the sky
Tectonic creation erosion mutation
Somethin' to pleasure God's eye
The world is a wonder of lightnin' and thunder
And green of the ground as we fall from the sky
The old and new faces the tribes and the races
Thousands of places to try
Over the ocean from here
Over the mountains from there
One sits and waits while the other one wanders
And squanders his time with a life on the road
Down from the mountain across the wide ocean
The world is in motion and cannot be slowed
Enough for today the demands of the moment
The thing on my mind is the work in my hand
Wood for the woodstove and water for coffee
Somethin' I can still understand
We got a few friends but not many neighbors
The trip into town takes us most of the day
And after Hello and it's sure good to see you
It seems like there's nothin' to say
Over the ocean from here