I could lie here for ages
Gently flip through the pages
Watch the days to by
Underneath the pine trees
Watching the world leave me behind

Montana Sky
Let your colors fly

I could follow the west wind
As it drifts through the plain
Safe in the well of a railcar
I could drift through the plain

Montana Sky
Let your colors fly

I have nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Nothing to give, nothing to choose

Montana Sky
Let your colors fly