Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idaho, artist - Nerina Pallot. Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Song language: English
Idaho |
| 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 I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho, |
| A poem for leaving, a reason to go, |
| So I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho. |
| 'Cause I can’t be anyone but me, anyone but me, |
| And I can’t keep dreaming that I’m free, dreaming that I’m free, |
| I don’t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet, |
| My hands are on the wheel so I’m driving to Idaho, |
| 'Cause I hear it’s mighty pretty… |
| And oh, I’ve been dumb, I’ve been perfectly beautiful, |
| Lain on my back buying lovers with stealth, |
| But I’m sick of you all, and I’m sick of opinions, |
| And I’m sick of this war I wage on myself… |
| I don’t know why I’m so gripped to go there |
| A universe riddle that only I know? |
| Mr. Robert he says, «It's all in the head!» |
| Tell me, Phaedrus, what’s good, is it Idaho? |
| 'Cause I can’t be anyone but me, anyone but me, |
| And I can’t keep dreaming that I’m free, dreaming that I’m free, |
| I don’t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet, |
| My hands are on the wheel so I’m driving to Idaho, |
| 'Cause I hear it’s mighty pretty… |
| In Idaho. |