Well, I saw the sky stretching out It’s just a photograph but I see her ridgeline reaching for the clouds And I heard her voice call my name Saw the dust rise in the rearview down the lonely country lane I’ll go searching all across the plains over Montana mountains through the golden lakes Where the sea breeze whispers secrets through my hair I’ll come back when I’ve found the cure to a restless heart meant to wander more Oh, I know now what I was made for