SOMEWHERE in MONTANA

Somewhere in Montana
in an ole wrangler's cabin
fed the cows
fed the horses
the sun's slowly slippin
neath the horizon
night shadows creepin up
taking form
a thousand stars above and I'm all alone
somewhere in Montana

on the whispas of the wind
I hear your voice
the fragrance of the sweet grass
carries your scent
but your touch...
your touch
eludes me still
somewhere in Montana