Letra de Idaho

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.