Moon over Montana
Shine through the night
Cowboy dreams and cowboy schemes ~ a cowboy plays his games. Deep and dark into the night, hope cresting on the dawn light, a cowboy lives inside his head, a dreamer in and out of bed. What mind-mines await him in that cloistered space? What sense might he make of such a hazy place? The cowboy knows, and the cowboy never tells. His secrets seep out of a song, falling like a hidden tear, brushed away furtively, disappearing with a quick turn of the head.
Moon over Montana
Lend your silvery light
While the herd is lowin’
You’re so near it seems
Light the lonely prairie
While a cowboy dreams
Moon over Montana
Shine through the night
Moon over Montana
Lend your silvery light
A Saturday night is a cowboy’s danger zone. Sometimes there is freedom, and sometimes freedom is the worst thing for a cowboy trying to find his way or just his footing. Saturday night lights, Saturday night frights… and somewhere Saturday dreams… Sunday comes too soon, like September.
While the herd is lowin’
You’re so near it seems
Light the lonely prairie
While a cowboy dreams
While a cowboy dreams
