He put on his fish hat and walked out of town
No shoes on - no wallet
That's how Dad was found by the river
Confused and alone
Just trying to find his own way back home
Home to our rivers our kitchens and cars
Home's where we go when it gets dark

Mom pulled down the garage door and started the car
Rolled down the windows
And breathed in the stars of Montana
Where buffalo roam
Then started to find her own way back home
Home to our rivers our kitchens and cars
Home's where we go when it gets dark

I see them together alive in my dreams
They're younger - I'm older
As strange as that seems
Now we're driving to rivers unknown
Trying to find our own way back home