Idaho - The Divine Comedy

Idaho, let me go

I feel so very far from home

You folks are kind

If a little crazy

Not unlike my own sweet lady

Well the hotel’s clean

Not too noisy

The trouble is

It’s in Boise, Idaho

Idaho, I suppose

You look quite pretty all swathed in snow

But just right now I’d rather be

Sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea

Watching Premiership football

The proper kind

Something that y’all

Just can’t find in Idaho

Idaho

Idaho, I’m down so low

I wanna pack my things and go

Find a flight, make a connection

It terrifies me but I’ll make an exception

Just to hold my child

And say, «Shh!

What’s that noise?»

She, she wants her daddy

But he’s in Boise, Idaho

Idaho

Idaho, this I know

It’s ten times warmer in New Mexico

But may I say

It’s plain that you are

Ten times cooler than the state of Utah

Well, I miss my girl, but hey!

That’s my choice, see!

Without her this whole world is Boise, Idaho

Idaho