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