Old man fighting for his life
On a trail he was left alone
Rugged earth had seen his blood
Felt it on the sharpest stone
When all roads lead home
The weary minds to roam
No fortunes of fate
Have all been cast away
The Montana kids never free
Swept away in a common flood
Lost a love down in Idaho
Searching for his last goodbye
Had to run and was forced to go
Watched his empire fade away
Buried underground
Only spoons to dig his grave
A little at a time
What's become of all these lines
No one could connect
He use to come around here looking for the answers
That I could never tell
He use to come around here looking for the reasons
That I could never share
