Idaho Lyrics - Fires - Nerina Pallot

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