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