Idaho

This roomless fire drifts away

A failed attempt to warm my bones

Scarce are 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 tumblin' down the mountainside

I can feel the north wind blow

Through the trees and over to the other side

Carry me down to the valley below

And I'm on the road

Bound for home

Back to what I know

Back to Idaho

Soles of my shoes succumb to the miles

My ragged clothes left frayed and torn

Admist the solitude and silence

Under the snow capped peaks where I was born

And I'm on my own

But I'm finally home

Never more to roam

From Idaho

Idaho