[Verse 1]
Started in Conway with the windows down,
Your boots kicked up, hair like a rusty crown.
Sunset bled through peach orchard rows,
You whispered, “Baby, let’s outrun the radio.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the Smokies waved, Mississippi hummed,
Your hand drew maps where the wildflowers spun.
Every mile marker, a stolen kiss—
This old Ford’s never felt love like this.
[Chorus]
From South Carolina clay to Big Sky bones,
We’re stitching stars into the unknown.
You’re my shotgun queen, my neon night,
Montana’s close, but darling, you’re home.
(Yeah, you’re home.)
[Verse 2]
Danced in Nashville rain, headlights our spark,
Your laugh cut through the Dakotas after dark.
Wyoming wind tried to steal your song,
But you sang it louder, proved the doubters wrong.
[Chorus]
From Lowcountry tides to cold mountain snow,
We’re writing vows in the gravel’s glow.
You’re my compass rose, my fire, my fight,
Montana’s close, but darling, you’re home.
[Bridge]
The Rockies rise like a wedding band,
Your ring’s the dust on my steady hand.
No chapel needed—just gears and grace,
This highway’s our altar, this cab our sacred space.
[Outro]
(Repeat chorus, fading with twangy guitar riff)
…Montana’s close, but darlin’, you’re home.
(Yeah-eah-eah, you’re home.)