This roomless fire drifts away A failed attempt to warm my bones Scarce are the signs of child's play This cold is useless without the snow And I'm on the road Bound for home Back to what I know Back to Idaho There's a river tumblin' 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 Bound for home Back to what I know Back to Idaho ♪ Soles of my shoes succumb to the miles My ragged clothes left frayed and torn Admist 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