GREEN RIVER WYOMING

Somebody said that in Wyoming That a body could recover from The N.Y. blues that leave your soul so dry I bid farewell to Montauk And the sadness in her eyes Knowing somehow that I never Would return. Now the skies over Green River Somehow are not that different And the losing end remains the losing end. Some days I'd trade my highway shoes For a key to the door back home But the past is smoke And the locks beneath the clay I often think of Montauk Though the photo is all lined now Knowing somewhere, some days Montauk thinks of me