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