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

Back in my cabin over the valley

And 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