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