Twin Falls Idaho - Ron Pope

Flat on my back, halfway through a six-pack

Hear the neighborhood kids as they play

And the fire hydrant sprays, on this mid-August day

God, I wish I was so far away

She hitchhiked south down from Kalispell now

I am trying to recall how we met

She saw me stare as she tied up her hair

At a diner three miles outside

Of Twin Falls, Idaho late one night

And I offered her a ride

But she said «Let's stay the night»

Dragged her nails hard down my back

Until the crimson blood dripped down on sheets so white

She washed across the Northern Plains

Like a storm with no name, she was gone in three days

How I wish she stayed to rain on me

Ooh, and I thought I was safe

Swearing these winds of change could not blow us away

But I learned I would pay for my mistakes

At a diner three miles outside

Of Twin Falls, Idaho late one night

Like a half-ton of bricks, I’m laid down by my sins

'Cause the temple where I used to pray

Is corrupt and profane, I blaspheme in her name

In a city where she’s never been

At least I have her name on my lips

Kept her hand right on her gun

And she cursed when she was done

With her breath hot on my neck

Whispered «Something to remember me, my love»

She washed across the Northern Plains

Like a storm with no name, she was gone in three days

How I wish she stayed to rain on me

Ooh, and I thought I was safe

Swearing these winds of change could not blow us away

But I learned I would pay for my mistakes

At a diner three miles outside

Of Twin Falls, Idaho late one night