Idaho (Jack Joseph Puig Mix remastered) - Nerina Pallot

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

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