Sunsets, sun-kissed, sand by the shore,
Snow, sledding, stars in the sky,
There’s mountains in Montana
Northwest of the Floridian eye.
The telescope already astronomized,
But it would be nice to be nearby tonight.
All you’re living on is gasoline dreams
With evergreens under an aurora’s gleam,
Take the fuel and the wheel,
Winter will soon turn to summer here
With heat, oceans, and beaches
In Florida, you’ll feel.
Summer will soon turn to winter there
Once I arrive where the plane goes,
I’ll know I’m in Montana
Once I experience cold under my nose.
At least you’ll keep me warm,
Rosy-cheeked and cuddling in a blanket
Gazing, whispering, and watching the storm.
Towards the sunrise, all becomes blue and gray
As it drowns in the melting frost,
A washed-up sandcastle
And deer which ran away.
Let’s trade passports for memories,
Ones we’ll spend and cherish together someday.