Idaho

I landed on the silver lake, washed up and feeling blue Heard the sound of footsteps drifting softly to the moon Looking for clear water, I had to take control Out there in wilderness, another bullet hole Playing it all for gods yesterday Idaho, Idaho There's a beauty on the road Every day I look out of the bus Silver lining's getting lost Floated out into the woods to hear the old elk call Touched a rainbow with my hands, I'm dry, I got 'em all "Ride on," said the king of cool, you've got nothing to lose Tinseltown is down the road, it's the bullet or the noose If you're playing it all for gods far away Idaho, Idaho There's a beauty on the road But every day I look out of the bus Silver lining's getting lost