Montana

Chance Peña

Compositor: Chance Peña

Where we rode up from LA to North Montana
Running from the heat of May
We packed our bags and we drove half a world away
To a place where all is well and all your worries wash away
Like the rain

Well, there's something about the mountain
That they say is good for your soul
And I say home is not a place
It's where your heart feels its most whole
And I remember the way
That wind brushed across my face
I was home
I was home

I've been blurring lines, feeling anxious, I suppose
Nearly lost my mind, but with open eyes I know
That I don't need to drown it out
'Cause I'm happy here and now
Never know where your life's gonna take you
Until it brings you home