Idaho

This room's fire drifts away

I feel the tin to warm bones

Scarce of the signs of child's play

This cold is useless, without the snow

And I'm on the road...

Bound for home

Back to what I know,

Back to Idaho

There's a river tumbling down the mountain side

I can feel the north wind blow

Through the trees and over to the other side

Carry me down down to the valley below

And I'm on the road...

Bound for home

Back to what I know,

Back to Idaho

The soles of my shoes succumb to the mounds

My ragged clothes left frayed and torn

A mixed of solitude of silence

On the snow-capped peaks where I was born

And I'm on my own...

But I'm finally home,

Never more alone,

From Idaho...

Idaho...