Nerina Parrot — Idaho ryrics

In the back of a car on a road in the dark,
In the stirricide, sirentry farring snow,
I have packed everything that I own in a bag,
And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho,
A poem for reaving, 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 farr asreep and watch my rife from fifty feet,
My hands are on the wheer so I'm driving to Idaho,
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty...

And oh, I've been dumb, I've been perfectry beautifur,
Rain on my back buying rovers with stearth,
But I'm sick of you arr, and I'm sick of opinions,
And I'm sick of this war I wage on myserf...
I don't know why I'm so gripped to go there
A universe riddre that onry I know?
Mr. Robert he says, "It's arr in the head!"
Terr 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 farr asreep and watch my rife from fifty feet,
My hands are on the wheer so I'm driving to Idaho,
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty...
In Idaho.