In the back of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
I have packed everything that I own in a bag
And Iā??m driving, Iā??m driving to Idaho.
A poem for leaving, a reason to go
So Iā??m driving, Iā??m driving to Idaho
Cause I canā??t be anyone but me, anyone but me.
And I canā??t keep dreaming that Iā??m free, dreaming that Iā??m free
I donā??t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet
My hands are on the wheel so Iā??m driving to Idaho.
Cause I hear itā??s mighty pretty...
And oh, Iā??ve been dumb, Iā??ve been perfectly beautiful
Lain on my back buying lovers with stealth.
But Iā??m sick of you all, and Iā??m sick of opinions
And Iā??m sick of this war I wage on myself...
I donā??t know why Iā??m so gripped to go there ā??
A universe riddle that only I know?
Mr Robert he says, ā??Itā??s all in the head!ā??
Tell me, Phaedrus, whatā??s good, is it Idaho?
Cause I canā??t be anyone but me, anyone but me.
And I canā??t keep dreaming that Iā??m free, dreaming that Iā??m free
I donā??t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet
My hands are on the wheel so Iā??m driving to Idaho.
Cause I hear itā??s mighty pretty...
In Idaho.
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