6. Miles For Montana

Verse 1
No one dreams of montan--
The highway holds the ruins to your stand
The trail proves as long as your maps and songs
So i cast these anthems cross the land
For those miles…. heard of
rolling skys….. I'm gone
Pre
When the heat comes down heat comes down
It tans my leather
The ocean runs it colours my boots for me
My songs call elvis and the map says Graceland
So i walk the line past Memphis Tennessee
Chorus
Ive seen waterfalls in pictures heard promise in songs
So i trace the steps of Jesus till the king lives on
Show me the door and ask me my name
You impersonation hides no passion nor pain
I hope your tribute keeps you dry in hard rain
Verse 2
If the storm comes its out of my hands
If the hurricane cuts wild on my promised land
On my jacket wasted leather
I've spent the rope i need
Well i think its time to strip right down and bleed
If you let the day heat up the sand
The night stays easy to understand
Pre
In your visions in your visions
Theres a line of weakness
Cos you carved a place to see your music through
Fire will rise fire wil rise
Where your maps have fallen
burning where desire once grew
Chorus
Leave me lost so wild and free
And ill guide these pages from the water to the sea
My music calls the waves to the shore
Ill stand on those beaches
Where the miles can't hurt me no more
And ill lay the distance at the door
Outro
Ive seen wisdom before raging rivers
Ive seen nature wash it all away
Ive seen death by expectation
I have learned to live only for today
You wanna know what I'm bleeding for
I hand to you my notes and words on pages i used to draw
Writing guide me into Graceland and in your name ill pray
But you need your own religion to die down Montana way