Occasion All Over Idaho
It's all over Idaho
We're kickin' up your dust and burnin' up your gasoline
And every one of us has bugs crawlin' through our veins
We can't pretend to be pure and free
So who will be the next to run?
One guy walked off to die and left us with nothin' to swallow but the stars
I see him everywhere and each unshaven refugee
Nursing last night's fire
Who will be the next to run?
Who will be the next to bail on out of this ride
And leave us dry?
Who will be the next to run?
Who will be the next to bail on out of this ride
Bail on out of this ride
Bail on out of this ride
Bail on out of this ride
And leave us dry?
