I Must Be Going Home  by Bill Staines  All the city lights, they burn outside our window  With the fleeing of an autumn afternoon;  I'll shed a tear if I look down upon our river  Feeling close and knowing I'll be going soon.   I grew lonesome on the road   Until I met you here that night   We talked and drank some wine   And I was blinded in your light,   But there's a lady in Montana   And I love her, so I must be going home  I should have kept on going when I had the mind to;  I should have left you here so many times before.  Now your eyes reflect a face that's quite unknowing  If this pain inside is worth the open door.   But the highway's ringing clear,   And the morning sun is low   Blue November winds are blowing,   I must leave before the snow   Cause there's a lady in Montana   And I love her, so I must be going home.  There were many times I wanted to forget her  In the early morning hours here with you,  But my heart, it lies among the Rocky Mountains  With a lady there who's always been so true.   I could hold you here forever,   I could try and find a way   We could spend our time together,   But it's morning, and I pray   That there's a lady in Montana   And I love her, so I must be going home.