Idaho

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