Coming To Montana (1995)

I couldn't bring myself
to drive out to Montana
with you in your big
white dirty car
I couldn't drag myself out
of my childhood bed
so I ate my parents food
and mowed that big green yard
and dreamt of room service
and suns out west setting burning red

Montana room service bring her up some coffee
wake me up before she starts that big ol' thing
banana slices are sitting on her shiny spoon
her exhaust makes the cuts on my neck sting

the dust is swirling and those
fat black wheels are turning
quicker than my feet could ever fall

my heart is sinking while her
mile meter's clicking
to somewhere I can't afford to call

so I'll say it to myself
just like a tree falling far I fear
too far away from any ears
I smoked myself to sleep
I try to burn myself down
I've been scorching all the same
old spots for so many
stupid same ol' years

I talk to myself
I dress myself for driving
I've got tapes and I've got snacks
and I've got gas

I tie off my bandanna
and it's loose around my head
I'm coming to Montana
I've left all my matches by the bed