Montreal

I'm trying to get to you To the cold and glass and pain Cutting back on everything Never on a passing train Sentence scraps the paper Could not be there to you And built-in conversation What we would never lose I'm going to Montreal I won't do what they tell me No I stay just the same Tunneled all the pine trees Still play a wasting game I'm going, I'm going I'm going to Montreal I was looking for an answer I would never find in you I was looking for an answer I'm going, I'm going away I'm going to Montreal I was looking for an answer I would never find in you Sold all my records What a stupid thing to do Going to Montreal I never had a clue No, I never had a clue