idaho part nerina pallot

Sandy

In the back of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow,
I ve 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
And 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...
Cause I hear it s mighty pretty...
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,
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.