Idaho Lyrics
| Song | Idaho |
| Artist | Art Tatum |
| Album | The Tatum Group Masterpieces, Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Idaho | |
| 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 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. | |
| FIN |
| Idaho | |
| 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 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. | |
| FIN |
| Idaho | |
| 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 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. | |
| FIN |
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