文本歌词

The Montana mountain skyline
Holding up its gracious arms
Breaking clear on through to heaven
To let some light in through the dark
On an old rusted airplane that took a dive
Back in the summer of '73
They said the pilot was from Missoula
In pursuit of the great spirit on LSD
They never found him 10 years to the day I was a newborn babe
In a bundle back east where the mountains aren't quite as tall
But they were three time as green
And when I opened my eyes it was clear that I was back again
But soon enough I forgot as we tend to do the places I had been
They say the calendar has cancer believe what you will
I feel blessed to be here even if the world tilts
I'm walking barefoot through the back field
On a lucid summer night where the breeze incites the willow trees
But I don't hear nobody cry
Oh God in the heart of man let us be real and true to one another now
Be you a spirit thought song dog
Cloud dream or piss under the stars
All I think I know for sure is maybe you really love us all
And the sooner we reflect that love the sooner
The illusion will fall like a cool steady rain on a warm summer day
You smell it fresh on the pavement
Put some more rust on that old airplane way up there in Montana
Until it all goes back to dust then she'll really fly