Ben Lee Ketchum
R.J. Johnson/B. Lee Today I got my call from Ketchum Idaho From Hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow But if you've never been in pain before then I guess you wouldn't know I'm leaving in a while now for Ketchum's icy sting To walk and fish and write some songs, to stay up late and drink And if I stay there long enough then I'll never feel a thing And Ketchum will be good to you if are strong and brave She caters to the melancholy every single day And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain I'll lock myself in Ketchum's stare I'll make her my whole world I'm gonna roam the Ketchum streets to find a Ketchum girl And then I'll let her break my heart 'cos that's all that I do well The valley will become my home her hills will keep me safe I'll give her songs about my soul when there's no soul left to take And I'll forget I ever lived in any other place And it may seem inevitable I would love this fate So beautiful and tragic and her heroes can't escape And Hemingway he shot himself one July evening late But me I couldn't bring myself to bloody Ketchum's name Underneath her passion boils, never spoils surface tame I'll slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain Her lonely tears and pain
