Divorce is a terrible thing but usually not as terrible as the option to remain with someone that is abusive to your soul and happiness. The most sad outcome of divorce is vowing to never be hurt again, and thereby never loving again. In order to love, we must be hurtable. Just Alive In Kalispell is about meeting such a woman who had vowed to never be hurt again. Living without love is only just being barely alive.
Just Alive In Kalispell
Words and music by Greg Aspen
Tonight he's just a picture burned upon her mind,
but the more she stares at him to other things she's blind.
She's been in love before, but to say now makes her cry.
In Kalispell and nights of hell, in Montana she's just alive.
She often goes ridin' with the North wind in her hair.
Along Flathead River just this woman and her mare.
And she stops to pick the flowers, gently like a prayer.
And she longs for a man to love her and to care.
She's been in love before, but to say now makes her cry.
In Kalispell and nights of hell, in Montana she's just alive.
She's a strong Montana woman, who doesn't need a man.
Tending to the chores and kids, she does everything she can.
But in the darkness of the night, faded letters in her hand.
The faded words have lost their meaning and she hangs her head again.
She's been in love before, but to say now makes her cry.
In Kalispell and nights of hell, in Montana she's just alive.
