I dreamed that Idaho was on the coast
But I couldn't find the state to take its place
We stayed up all night
Listening to your grandpa's 78s
The lights begin to glow
And shadow all the lines
In your face

Cast off
Your belongings
Let the rain fall
On the awnings
And age each day
A hundred years
'til you've grown
As old as the sea
At night a sleepy
Thousand years
Old as the rocks and the trees
Old as the rocks and the trees

I've never been so far as Idaho
But I hope to make it there
One stormy day
And hear a cowboy song
To keep me
In this empty state of grace
The lights will start to glow
And shadow all the lines
In my face

Cast off
Your belongings
Let the rain fall
On the awnings
And age each day
A hundred years
'til you've grown
As old as me
At night a sleepy
Thousand years
Old as the rocks and the trees
Old as the rocks and the trees