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
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