200 Miles From Montana

It's a hundred miles to Sheridan, Wyoming
Where (we drank at)* cowboy bars
And there's smoke in your eyes
You told me you once loved me
And how you set me free
I never came back to you
You came back to me
And dusted off your memories
Which all included me
I heard how happy they were
But I'm sad they are for me

200 miles from Montana
The sun is beating down
On Wyoming
Homeward bound

Broke down
In South Dakota
The tread is gone 
The motors blown with no place else to go
We checked into a cheap
Motel on the corner
I looked at you tired and through with traveling this way
You told me you couldn't have done this all alone
So take my hand and stand beside me on our way back home

200 miles from Montana
The sun is beating down
On Wyoming
Homeward bound

If we could just make it
To Blue Earth, Minnesota
Just west of the Freeborn county line
We could see the sun rise
Out on the horizon
With all the miles we survived
On our way back home 

200 miles from Montana
The sun is beating down
On Wyoming
Homeward bound

*I'm not entirely sure if that's right, but it makes sense and fits.