How Does That Old Song Go About a Hotel In Kalispell?

I couldn't tell the verses, or if such a song exists. I only know the early drive up through Helena, the mountains beyond and the expansive plains beyond have worn me to the bone. The mountains stress the focused driver, and the plains erupt with their own games.

This I know because I haven't mentioned the grandeur of Glacier National Park. Don't worry, I will. Repeatedly. In every way possible. For now, I'm wondering what energy keeps these fingers typing. For now, let's blame a brain and its neurons firing brightly.