When I left for North Dakota it was quiet
Just the sound of wind and wheels along the road
The only other sound that I heard in Montana
Was your voice singing soft and sweet and low
It was distance and not love that won your feelings
So I reckoned I should just pick up and go
I went as far as my old jeep would take me
But I still hear you singing soft and sweet and low
I hear your voice in the winds of Colorado
I see your eyes in that cold Hideout Moon
You're not mine girl I know, but no matter where I go
I still hear you singing soft and sweet and low
Some may say that hearing voices makes you crazy
That may be and if it is then be it so
And you can be the one that calls me crazy
'Cause I still hear you singing soft and sweet and low
I hear your voice in the winds of Colorado
I see your eyes in that cold Hideout Moon
You're not mine girl I know, but no matter where I go
I still hear you singing soft and sweet and low
When I left for North Dakota it was quiet