Idaho - Gregory Alan Isakov

Composed by：Gregory Alan Isakov

Down in the bardo

There was nothing to hold so we let it go

We were empty

We were hollow

Shined with everything we were living for

And you see your soul

Like some picture show

Across idaho

We were running through the autumn leaves

A couple kids just wearing out our jeans

Running Mary she's our autumn queen

Watch her smoking cigarettes in the street

And down she goes

Cold she blows

Across idaho

And down she goes

Cold she blows

Across idaho

And there's lights up in the north

And I ain't wondering where you are

Now it's white as snow

Watch the evening glow

Across idaho

And I ain't wondering where you are

Yeah just lights up in the north