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...
