Big skies,
Cold water
I’m like a lamb
To the slaughter
When he points
Those dimples my way.
Bonfires
Wet kisses.
My heart’s a target
He never misses
At the end
Of a cold Montana day.

Rocking babies
Baling hay
It’s the same ole
Same ole
Every day

Gotta wonder
Where the spark went
It looks like
We overspent.

Out of money
Out of time
To spend together
Drinking wine
Recalling memories
So fine
Back when he was
All mine.

It was
Big skies
Cold water
I’m like a lamb
To the slaughter
When he points
Those dimples my way.
Bonfires
Wet kisses
My heart’s a target
He never misses
At the end of
A cold Montana day.

Kids are grown now
We’re home alone
Too many funerals,
Too many gone.

We’re living right
Eating clean
Prettiest grandkids
You’ve ever seen.

Plenty of money
Plenty of time
We laugh together,
Drink some wine
We don’t miss
That daily grind
Had to look
Real hard to find

Our way back to
Big skies
Cold water.
I’m like a lamb
To the slaughter
When he points
Those dimples my way.
Bonfires
Wet kisses.
My heart’s a target
He never misses
At the end of
A cold Montana day.