F C This roomless fire drifts away Am F A failed attempt to warm my bones F C Scarce are the signs of childs play G This cold is useless without the snow F C When I'm on the road, I'm bound for home
F G F Back to where I know, back to idaho There's a river tumbling down the mountainside I can feel the north wind blow Through the trees and over to the other side Carry me down to the valley below And I'm on the road, I'm bound for home Back to what I know, back to idaho The sole of my shoes succumb to the miles My rage clothes left frayed and torn Amidst the solitude and silence Under the snow capped peaks where I was born And I'm on my own, but I'm finally home Never more to roam, from idaho, idaho