Gregory Alan Isakov Idaho
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 there's lights up in the north and i aint wondering where you are yeah just lights up in the north
now it's white as snow watch the evening glow across idaho
